She was just seventeen, pious and pretty with a deadly disease   And the weight of the world on a prosthetic shoulder   And by the summer of '96 her body was cracked like porcelin   Just like some Precious Moments collectable   In a hospital gown and a big bright golden halo      Chorus:   And so three cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals   And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up   We've come too far to have to give it all up now   We lived lives that were rich and blessed    And we'll burn for how we transgress      Now I've mastered the art   Of the open casket prayer and the singing guitar   I found the rewards weren't half what I hoped for   And meanwhile, we all feigned hope and nerve    As her parents went on and lied to her   All about the success of the surgeries   And how my ex-girlfriend was now sleeping with her fiancé      Chorus      If there's any justice in heaven, then God won't let me in    He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away    With a sympathetic wave, they'll see me off, return my golden crown   While I am cursed to walk the earth for a millennia    I know I deserve worse but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore      Chorus