Oh how 'bout it?
Sitting in this bench till I fall dead,
waiting for the ravagers to feast.
No sir not me,
"I rather blow open my head".

Been walking around for too long,
"Exploring this town is such a drain".
Age is just a number and I'm done counting,
"Maybe its time I explore my brain".

"Look at the trees drying out outside",
it's winter and the leaves have fallen down,
death seems to overtake the city,
"tonight's the night I go to town".

The town looks rusty and old,
it hasn't had a good party in a while;
it's always empty and devoid of sound,
but the grass is green enough to walk that mile.

I'm all dressed up and loaded,
I sure feel sorry for the poor dumb digger,
the ground is hard this season.
Still, it's about ******* time I pulled the trigger.