"Roll on thunder, shout on lightning, The days are long and the nights are frightening, We'd know we'd only waste it anyway and that's The Hell Of It,
Winter comes and the wind grows colder, Well some grow wiser you just grow older, You know it doesn't matter and that's The Hell Of It,
Good for nothing, bad in bed, Nobody likes ya and you're better off dead, Goodbye, We've all come to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, Born in treason, died in vain, super-destructive you were hooked on pain, And though your music lingers on, all of us are glad you're gone!"