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(Sample: Billy Joel's "We Didn't the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, in Afghanistan
of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; death eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been attempted; not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic like a
Depression has you, you're under the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the trigger
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the side
Once died you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into your mouth and blasted
And it, kid
You come back
You regret it, but you're
You committed a suicide, and whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the of rope around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a coward; you're
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in of a truck and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Natalie in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a note next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, will solve it
Check out the hook; Budd with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a from a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
"This will only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and upwards into his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, settle down! panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"