I can't tell you why your children are dying, but I can offer you my sympathy.   And I can't show you where your children are buried, 'cause they're not.   They're not buried anymore.      You can shout it from the roof-tops, you'll be preaching to the choir.   And you better get started on this funeral pyre.      And I wish I could cry tears of blood but I can't, my body just isn't built that way.   And I hope all this suffering amounts to one good fucking thing, but it won't, because we can't see that far.      You can shout it from the roof-tops, you'll be preaching to the choir.   And you better get started on this funeral pyre, and one day I will truly set myself on fire so you can see how dim my light is.    So you can see how dim is my life.