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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You die intentionally due to your masochist nature
You're death comes eventually
But you want instant
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And sent to expensive
Where they'll you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
It's ironic like a
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
best to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
you've died you can't come back if it isn't
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd 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 mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You can't back
You regret it, but deaded
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
You're not a you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
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"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear a gun in your hand
And a suicide note to you, hoping we'd understand
If got a problem, suicide will solve it
Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a

(Chorus)

(Sample: Dwyer's suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This will only a moment."
"Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot 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 fires upwards his skull)
"No, oh my fucking god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"