The corpse will swing
The noose will hang and drift
Me crying oh so sadly
Me sad called maddeningly
Slip the noose over
Run me over in a rover
The knife in my chest
I was called a pest
I have failed the test
I will have eternal rest
Weep
Me you could not keep
My hill of problems too steep
Prepare the gun
For my last fun
2 bullets in the magazines
Why 2 why it seems
As if you want to give a thrill
As you and I.
I ****
The brains on the wall.
They flee into the hall.
I've given up on you all
No its not alright
I can no longer put up a fight
I want to see the light
I want to feel the fire
'Cause well
I'm doomed to hell
Until I hear the bell
To release me from my chains
Nothing more I wish to gain
My life I do not wish to re-obtain
The gun
The fun
The knife
To end my life
The cyanide
For when I can no longer confide
The noose
For my feelings I call obtuse
I'm dead
And way ahead.
I'm gonna burn in HELL
Never to see the light
Cause I didn't put up a fight.