Suicide Song

I know I'm unhappy I know things aren't right For instance last week I got drunk every night I know that I'm angry I know I'm afraid I rarely make love I mostly get laid I know I'm unhealthy No doctor would doubt My dreams are all bad And my hair's falling out When you get the blues And you want shoot yourself in the head It's alright, it's alright Go ahead Do the monkey, do the pony Do the slop, do the boogaloo twist Cut your throat, Cut your throat Cut your wrist When you tire of worldly toil Shuffle off this mortal coil Turn your body back to soil It's okay, it's okay When you get hung up Hang yourself up by the neck What the hell, what the hell What the heck