Hard fate of bad stones
Nothing but blank faces on the ghost
Dancing in the boneyard
There was pain in her every breath
And she didn't belive in death
So what did she have to lose
She arranged the tiles in a noose
Swallowed a pretty pill
  or two
   or three
     or more and more and
She put on her favorite shoes and dress
So she would look her best
For whatever may be next
Then she fell like dominos
To the tempting hand of suicide