(music / lyrics--berry/buck/mills/stipe; new lyrics--coughlan) published by warner chappell music



("ha ha hathat's disgusting!")

Here we fuckin' go!



Bring out your deadbring out your dead

We're gonna make 'em dancegive us cold cold head

Fill' em full of whiskyit'll bring 'em back to life

Just as wellI like 'em nice and tight

Streetlights flashing like the greatest little disco

[whimbobelch-oslam-ofist-o]

[grant raid] is coming your way



Meet me in the crowdI'll be yelling out loud

With a dick in every yardthis'll [pummel them around]

With a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wilt

Though no body fluids are gonna be spilt

You look like the type who likes to suck a big pipe

Tonight could be your night if you play your cards right



Shiny happy people holding hands

Yesthat is correctthat's what we are seeing

Shiny happy people holding hands

("go fuck yourself!")



Mummywhen you shoot updear

Do not spew updearin baby's face here

Give him a few beers to dry his wee tears

And if his dad hearshe'll fuck you bothdear



Zeebrugge'87mass murder

Campaign contribution that goes no further

Innocent people lost their lives

For the killer's profit and another five

Give a government by well-spanked dumb closet queens ("masturbatemasturbate.") making it a crime to be gay



Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

("go fuck yourself!")



Fuck your nuclear family

Fuck your passion for advertising

Fuck your show business

Most of allfuck your show business



Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

I must be blindI can't see them!

Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

("masturbatemasturbate")