To be or not to be

Ten men at the funeral queue
The great cadaver they do view
In the brain the blood clot
Another ten their livers rot

To be or not to be

A hundred revolution plot
Change the world without a shot
They dream of sweet revenge
Another hundred round the bend

To be or not to be

A thousand haven’t got a friend
They’re lonely right until the end
A thousand fires on the railway line
A thousand bottles of red wine
A hundred thousand nights divine
A hundred thousand pearls and swines

A million tears
A million fears
A million laughs
A million cheers

To be or not to be

If looks could kill a million spears
A million get me out of here
A billion heartbeats
A billion breaths
A billion pounds
They all invest

To be or not to be