Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

I'm gonna lie on my
An' you put your fingers my mouth, right
No, no, do it right, like, ugh
I'm do a Jimi Hendrix, eugh
I'm gonna be in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh

I tries to do it but it kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype, I think I'll ram raid shopper
Haven't got a car so I use a space
Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, stopper

I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny
I want police from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold, even better
If you wanna be a star you gotta yourself, man

It's the truth, back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's as fuck, he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no

Michael Hutchence, one of 'em too
Made a hundred million dying wanking on the loo
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It be messy but it's money for free

Suicide is painless or so it has been
I could've killed myself but I'd be off dead
So I took a deep breath, put a gun my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should've been lead

But I wasn't, I was naked in Frost Square
on pushchairs stopped an' stared
For this situation I was unprepared
Tried to be famous but nobody cared

Committin' suicide to enhance my
It for Mickey an' Tupac Shakir
was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later an' book are still good

I heard in a suicide is painless
An' 80 percent sure to make you famous
with a bag on yer head, tied to a door
That from INXS, he knew the score

S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's for free

I gotta kill myself, I do's it quick
John sly, he was snortin' arsenic
I keep all this coke to make me die
more drugs than they make in fuckin' ICI

It's the way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the roof the flid Rod Hull
We want to sing all our songs
And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin'

We wanna be remembered when we're six under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, beatings or plunder
At the moment I'm not dead like David
Double platinum means you be pushin' up daisies

army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still goin' on
Yeah, right, I smoke draw from Wales
Suicide's a good idea to vinyl sales

useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun
How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a
Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my

to the stairs, danglin' by my neck
The cord length I forgot to
Stuck for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me an' he called me a

He cut me down an' to laugh
"If you're next week gimme your autograph"
You know I thanked him, to my room
The new is to go out with a boom

To the station, with a can
"Five please", I say to the man
All set up an' ready to
The on my lighter just won't turn

is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a
Suicide is a
I wanna be after I die

Proven fact, man, if dead you sell more
That from Def Leppard
His arm has made 30 more than he has

You know that our Elvis? Well, dead famous now
And he's and he's face, he's more famous now like
dead like you know, I, I suppose what a lot like
Fuckin' economics

They Bob Marley's dead
But not, man
he was on the TV last night, man
Just lie to me, man

I I was havin' a go at an overdose
But I, I, I don't think you can on Beecham's Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of Dad's is still alive
I think he's Martin in Eastenders, innit?

I'll get the ropes an' we'll tie to the walls
An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our
An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we