Lyrics:

How many heartaches do you think you can stand
(I used to count 'em all on the fingers of just one hand
(Way back in the distance before these sad times began(
Now I'm down by the ocean counting grains of sand

There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist
(A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid (
And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist(
When you think you just can't stand it(
You're gonna leave empty handed
(Do you still dream of being saved

Friends and relations they all stand around (
As the casket is lowered down into the ground (
The shovel dirt and gravel - all his mother hears is the sound (
Of a little baby crying somewhere in the crowd

Jesus wouldn't save you and you cried
(I knew I couldn't save you so I lied(
The doctors couldn't save you but I do believe they tried
(After dying together we die alone side by side

There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist(
A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid
(And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist
(When you think you just can't stand it (
You're gonna leave you empty handed(
Do you still dream of being saved