Your Suicides 가사

Your suicides You do them with pride You do them every year You hang yourself From the branch of a tree The branch it breaks, I fear Your suicides You do them with pride That hotel in King's Cross You overdosed On heroin Till the use of a limb you lost Your suicides You do them with pride That time you slashed your wrists Your blood it clotted Quickly Your blood was just too thick Your suicides You do them with pride In your car with exhaust fumes Some nosy parker Came along Your suicide was doomed Your suicides You do them with pride But are you really sincere? You say some day you will succeed But you're ninety-three next year Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) You're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) You're ninety-three next year (silly old sod, silly old sod) Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) You're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod)