Ayatollahs in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
“Wheel of Fortune,” Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Suicide, suicide
You wanna die intentionally, due to your masochist nature
You’re impatient, death comes eventually but you want instant gratification
Suicide’s been attempted, you’re not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you’ll be labeled demented and sent to somewhere expensive
Where they’ll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a cable, it’s ironic like a fable
Depression has infected you, you’re under the impression
It’s best to put a TEC to your neck and apply pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it’s less of a prison on the other side
Once you’ve died you can’t come back if it isn’t
The unknown, the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out before it’s your time, you’d have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for their cause
Believing there’s something beautiful to balance the violent shit
You did it, son, you did it
You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself
And that’s it, kid, you can’t come back
You regret it, but you’re deaded
You’ve committed a suicide and your whole head is shredded
You did it, son, you did it
You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself
And that’s it, kid, you can’t come back
You regret it, but you’re deaded
You’ve committed a suicide
Drinkin’ cyanide, choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your neck, that’s usin’ leverage
Asphyxiation, brain hemorrhage, chopped in half by a bandsaw
Take a second from life to stop and laugh
I can’t imagine the pain you feel, you’re not a coward, you’re brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
Suicide, epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a corpse in the street
Or try to go out dramatically like Natalie Portman in “Heat”
Seven days underwater at twenty degrees celsius
Overdosage of barbiturates taking a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping we’d understand
If you’ve got a problem, suicide’ll solve it
Check out the hook, Budd Dwyer with the revolver
You did it, son, you did it
You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself
And that’s it, kid, you can’t come back
You regret it, but you’re deaded
You’ve committed a suicide and your whole head is shredded
You did it, son, you did it
You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself
And that’s it, kid, you can’t come back
You regret it, but you’re deaded
You’ve committed a suicide
And I, and I, this will hurt someone
Budd, Budd, no, don’t do it
This will hurt someone
Oh my God
Settle down, don’t panic, please, don’t panic
Shit
Don’t panic
Someone call the ambulance and the doctor and the police