I'm gonna lie on my back and you put your fingers down my mouth right, No, no do it right, like augh ugh! I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix, Eugh, I'm gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ugh!
I tries to do it proper but kept comin' up a cropper I needs some hype I think I'll ram raid happy shopper Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper Bouncing to the window, cut my head, show stopper I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers I want police protection from 87 coppers I wanna go gold even better platinum If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man It's the truth step back, take a look around Elvis is dead for being fat, 500 pound Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck he's buried in the ground Jimi Hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no sound Michael hutchence, he's one of 'em too Made a hundred million quid dying tossing on the loo
S U I C I D E It might be messy but it's money for free
Suicide is painless or so it has been said I could've killed myself but I'd be better off dead So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eating lead But I wasn't, I was naked in john frost square Mothers with pushchairs stopped and stared For this situation I was quite unprepared Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared
Committing suicide to enhance my career It worked for mickey and Tupac Shakir Jesus was nailed up to some wood 2000 years later and book sales are still good I heard in a song suicide is painless And it's 80% sure to make you famous W4nking with a bag on yer head tied to a door That bloke from I-N-X-S he knew the score
S U I C I D E, it might be messy but it's money for free S U I C I D E, it might be messy but it's money for free
I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick John entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenic I keep taking all this coke to make me die Doin' more drugs than they make in fuckin' I-C-I It's the best way to go, don't think me dull I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid rod hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at saint Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under For hip-hoppin' not robins fuckin' beatings or plunder At the moment I'm not dead like David kampasey Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies Dad's army's all dead, every last one But the cents are still going on BBC1 Yeah that's right I smoke draw from wales Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales
It's useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun? Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck The cord length I forgot to check Stuck it for a week, unable to shriek The landlord found me and he called me a freak He cut me down and started to laugh 'if you're dead next week gimme your autograph' You know I thanked him, returned to my room The new plan is to go out with a boom To the station, with a petrol can Five pound please, I say to the man All set up and ready to burn The wheel on my lighter just won't turn
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl Suicide is a suicyclebbbl Suicide is a suicyclebbbl, I wanna be famous after I die
Proven fact, man, if you're dead you sell more That drummer from def leopard, his arm has made 30 times more than he has You know our elvis? well, he's dead famous now and he's dead and he's fa He's more famous now like He's dead like you know, that's what it's all about like It's fuckin' simple economics They reckon bob marley's dead but he's not, man, Cause he was on the TV last night, man Just don't lie to me, man I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose, But I I I don't think you can overdose on beechams flu plus I think one of the blokes off of dads army is still alive, I think he's bumming martin in eastenders innit? I'll get the ropes, and we'll tie them to the walls, And we all jump off at the same time and break our necks And we'll make at least 13 quid and you Knows we'll be famous like fuckin' Gandhi Or like the bloke off that sex film we seen
Writer/s: ADAM JAMES WILLIAM SADLER, CHRISTOPHER DOMINIC EDGE, JOHN EDWARD RUTLEDGE, RHYS WILLIAM JOSEPH HUTCHINGS
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Scott from Tempe, AzAshley from Aubunr-hills, MI - before commenting on someones post, be sure you read the WHOLE thing. "This song, an ode to suicide and the boost it can have on a music career, has several references to people who both took their own life or WERE KILLED".
Ashley from Aubunr-hills, Mi, MiConnor = Where the f-k do you get off saying that Jesus Christ commited Suicide ...he didnt .. read a bible (King James Version) - and you might understand the concept that jesus didnt just die for the sins of man ..but he would of died by man hands even if he choose not to make the decision he that he did make...God, Jesus Christ, and Holy Spirit are one by the way.. watche what you say their will always be someone who will disagree or give u a lesson about what you say so or later .....
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