When everything’s turned into ash,
When the ocean turns darker than wine,
When the air turns so black that it chokes you,
I’ll fill up your lungs if you fill mine

One day we’ll float free from this rubble
When all our sharp memories fade
We’ll shout out a song and we’ll raise up a toast
To those few lucky suckers that made it

So la da di da, here’s to the living
Here’s to my friends with a hole in their head
You stand and you take what the gods might be giving
And you pass round a glass til you’re better than dead

I’m gonna sail to the sun
I’m gonna turn back the gulf stream
I’m gonna pull down the stars from the sky
And next up I’ll try and get clean

Well, they say go to sea for the freedom
And they say go to war for the fame
And then go back home as a hero
Until after two weeks they forget your name

So la da di da, here’s to the living
Here’s to my friends with a hole in their head
You stand and you take what the gods might be giving
And you pass round a glass til you’re better than dead

And this is for Patroclus, gentle friend,
You left early, if only you saw how they cried at the end
And this is for Achilles, you shaved your head,
And you burned it all down when you saw that your baby was dead
And this is for Agamemnon
He made it home,
Just to find it a stranger, and bleed out alone

So la da di da, here’s to the living
Here’s to my friends with a hole in their head
You stand and you take what the gods might be giving
And you pass round a glass til you’re better than dead