Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

I'm lie on my back
An' you put your fingers down my mouth,
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 to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper
I some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper
Haven't got a car so I use a space
Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show

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

It's the truth, step back, a look around
Elvis is for bein' fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck, he's 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 better off
So I a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should've been lead

But I wasn't, I was naked in John Frost
Mothers on stopped an' stared
For this I was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but cared

Committin' suicide to my career
It for Mickey an' Tupac Shakir
Jesus was nailed up to some
years later an' book sales are still good

I heard in a song is painless
An' it's 80 percent sure to make you
Wankin' a bag on yer head, tied to a door
That bloke INXS, he knew 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 it's for free

I gotta kill myself, I gotta it quick
Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic
I keep takin' all coke to make me die
Doin' 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 people to sing all our
And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin'

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

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

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

Tied to the stairs, by my neck
The length 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 you're next week gimme your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my
The new plan is to go out with a

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

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

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

You know that our Well, he's 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 what a lot
Fuckin' simple

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 don't think you can overdose on Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of Dad's army is still
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' our necks
An' we'll make at least 13 an' you knows we'll be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or the bloke off that sex film we seen