Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

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

I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a
I needs some hype, I I'll ram raid happy shopper
got a car so I use a space hopper
Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show

I want a fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87
I wanna go gold, better platinum
If you wanna be a star you kill yourself, man

It's the truth, step back, take a around
Elvis is for bein' 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 might be messy but it's for free

Suicide is painless or so it has said
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 eatin' lead

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

Committin' to enhance my career
It worked for Mickey an' Shakir
Jesus was up to some wood
2000 later an' book sales are still good

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

S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but money for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but money for free

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

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

army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still on BBC1
Yeah, that's right, I smoke draw Wales
a good idea to improve vinyl sales

It's useless, it's crap, 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 my scarf

Tied to the stairs, by my neck
The cord length I forgot to
there 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 dead next week your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my
The new plan is to go out a boom

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

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Suicide is a
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I be famous after I die

fact, man, if you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def
His arm has made 30 times than he has

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

They reckon Bob 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 think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of army 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 time an' break our necks
An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we'll be
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we