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