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

I a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold, even platinum
If you wanna be a you gotta kill yourself, man

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

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

Suicide is or so it has been said
I killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a breath, put a gun against my head
the trigger, click, should've been eatin' lead

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

suicide to enhance my career
It worked for Mickey an' Tupac
Jesus was nailed up to wood
2000 years an' book sales are still good

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's useless, crap, I'll never be in the sun
How can I be a pop star I can't buy a gun?
Jimmy overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll myself with my scarf

Tied to the stairs, by my neck
The cord I forgot to check
Stuck for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me an' he me a freak

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

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

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

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

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

They reckon Bob Marley's
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 you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of Dad's army is alive
I think he's bummin' in Eastenders, innit?

I'll get the an' we'll tie them 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
fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen