I'm painting, I paint a picture in your mind,
If you're driving roads to suicide, I know you can sympathise.
If your lover is a cheatin', and you're blinded by the pain
Your honeymoon in summer is a picnic in the rain...
You'll be grateful when you're dead
Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba,
I'm shaking, I shake the spear before your eyes,
Well if you know your history, You will read between the lines.
If you're waiting for a vision, to illuminate your mind,
To leave this world of misery, oh leave it all behind...
You'll be grateful when you're dead
Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba,