Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

(Sample: Billy "We Didn't Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
Wheel of Fortune, Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to masochist nature
impatient; death comes eventually
But you want instant
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
ironic like a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
It's best to put a to your neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a on the other side
Once you've died you come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd to sacrifice
Like Japanese did for their cause
Believing there's beautiful to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun your mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You can't back
You regret it, but deaded
You committed a suicide, and whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the of rope around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a you're brave
You allowed head to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a in the street
And try to go out dramatically Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
in your underwear with a gun in your hand
And a note next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the hook; Budd with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
"This will only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! Don't it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! will hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"