Bad Religion - Better Off Dead

I'm sorry about the sunHow could I know that you would burn?And I'm sorry about the moonHow could I know that you'd disapproveAnd I'll never make the same mistakeThe next time I create the universe I'll make sure we communicate at length Oh yeahBut until then, better off deadA smile on the lips and a hole in the headBetter off dead, yeah better than thisTake it away, 'cause there's nothing to