Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Committin' suicide to enhance my
It worked for an' Tupac Shakir
Jesus was nailed up to wood
2000 later 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
That bloke from INXS, he knew the

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 myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was arsenic
I keep takin' all this coke to me die
more drugs 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 like the flid Rod
We want to sing all our songs
And the nuns at St. 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 you gotta be pushin' up daisies

Dad's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still goin' on
Yeah, that's right, I smoke draw Wales
Suicide's a good to improve 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
Jimmy overdosed in the bath
I know, hang myself with my scarf

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

He cut me down an' to laugh
"If dead next week gimme 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

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

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

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

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

I thought I was havin' a go at an
But I, I, I think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus
I one of the blokes off of Dad's army is still alive
I think bummin' Martin in Eastenders, innit?

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