[Verse 1: Ryan Guldemond with Molly Guldemond]
When I see a face of anonymity
Crying on the street, it does something to me
I make believe malady, tragedy

[Verse 2: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin]
Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing
'Cause flowers on the grave still means they're getting something
But when the flowers ain't there, and the grave is bare
I think of old dead bones that don't get theirs

[Chorus: Ryan with Molly Guldemond]
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the hеat
I think of all the dying and dying and dying

[Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin]
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying's for real

[Verse 3: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin]
Whеn I see the damned in their dire straights
Damning all the men with those American names
I say "don't damn the man, damn your hand
For makin' a fist and shaking it all around"
Damn the hand, damn your hand
[Chorus 2: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
Oh, you can damn the butchers and damn the beef
Oh, you can damn the flies in all the heat
Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying

[Guitar Solo]
(Fuck!)

[Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin]
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying's for real
Dying and dying and pounds of posy
Dying and dying's forever

[Bridge: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives
I see an image of a body, broken and beet red
I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead

[Outro: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the heat
I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones
I think of all the words that get written on the stones
I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls
I think of all the dying
All the dying
All the dying
All the dying