Everybody loves you when you're fucking dead
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head

But some things are certain when it's your time to go
Your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
All your lies and secrets get buried in the snow

Everybody loves you when you're fucking dead
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red

But some things are certain when it's your time to go
Nothing really matters when you're six feet down below
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
There's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax

Come back, Dee Dee Ramone

Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce

Come back, Frankie Venom

Come back, Lux Interior

Come back, Darby Crash
Come back, Johnny Thunders

Come back, Sid Vicious

Come back, Joe Strummer

We need you now