You Did It lyrics

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