People Love To Watch You Die - John Wesley Harding

People love to watch you die

And wonderful to tell

People you have never met

Claim to know you well

People love to watch you die

Dig your dignity

One guy said 'he's better dead

Than how he used to be'

They’ll sell the souvenirs

And the relics of your tears

They build a little shrine, wait until it shines

They love to watch you die and you know why

People love to watch you die

It gets them sexually

And then they smoke a cigarette

And make a cup of tea

People love to watch you fry

They love to throw the switch

They’ll either have you crucified

Or burn you as a witch

They send bouquets of flowers

And then stare at space for hours

They build a little shrine, wait until it shines

They love to watch you die and you know why

People love to watch you die

Then give your family hell

They call it grief but it’s just a relief

And they know that full well

People love to watch you drown

The symbol’s what they need

They’d rather not see you at all

Than watch your hair recede

And just to watch your pain

They’d bring you back to life again

They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne

They love to watch you die and you know why