What does it really take
To admit you were wrong
Is it just one
Or many on top of others
Can’t trail behind
NUMBER ONE! NUMBER ONE!
More bodies to our name
Than gold inside the coffers
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
to the mem'ry of comfort
Give up, give up, give up, give up
the mem'ry of comfort
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
to the mem'ry of comfort
Give up, give up, give up, give up
the mem'ry of comfort
Six feet apart or
six feet under the ground
We can finally be close
Shoved shoulder to shoulder
More dirt for the worms
Pile it higher and higher
Microscopic lives leave
A heritage of corpses
Look around
Do you like what you see?
Mobs clawing at their lungs
Wheezing, wheezing
Cover it up,
Close it on down,
Flatline appointment kept will
Get what you desire
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
to the mem'ry of comfort
Give up, give up, give up, give up
the mem'ry of comfort
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
to the mem'ry of comfort
Give up, give up, give up, give up
the mem'ry of comfort
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