Song Description

Angry rant about suicide. Super cheery!

Lyrics

You better watch it in the world today
They're gonna take your mind
Yeah it's a struggle on the street everyday
You'd better stick with your own kind
Well there are lots of little things you can do
To get straight, to get hip, to get better
But that's a funny little thing about you
You can't seem to keep it together

First thing they teach you when you got sense enough to breathe
Is we don't want no freaks around here and we got the means to enforce it too
Yeah, you think got somethin to say why don't you try
Tellin it to somebody who wants to look at you, sugar
Well you can't understand the people that you meet
Everday in the street in the city
So what's the difference if you're slippin away?
Everybody wants to be a little bit underground sometime

Suicide

Well it's the way they comb their hair that's the best
And it's the way they throw away all the rest
It's just a little somethin to get off your chest
You look so pretty laying there all alone

Suicide

I'll let you down

Suicide