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 gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, ahu ugh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard in a suicide is painless
An' 80 percent sure to make you famous
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 messy but it's for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be but it's money for free

I gotta kill myself, I gotta it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was arsenic
I keep takin' all this to make me die
Doin' more drugs than make in fuckin' ICI

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

We wanna be when we're six feet under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' or plunder
At the moment I'm not dead like Kampasey
Double platinum you gotta be pushin' up daisies

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

It's useless, it's crap, I'll be in the sun
How can I be a pop star when I buy a gun?
Jimmy overdosed in the bath
I know, hang 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 down an' started to
"If you're dead next week your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my
The new is to go out with 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 just won't turn

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

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

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

They Bob Marley's dead
But not, man
'Coz he was on the TV night, man
don't lie to me, man

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

get the ropes 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 an' you knows we'll be famous
fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen