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