Suicide Song (Live)
Loudon Wainwright III
I know I'm unhappy, I know things aren't right
For instance last week I got drunk every night
I know I'm unhealthy, no doctor could doubt
My dreams are all bad and my hair's falling out
I know that I'm angry, I know I'm afraid
I rarely make love, I mostly get laid
When you get the blues and you want to shoot yourself in the head
It's alright it's alright go ahead
Do the monkey, do the pony, do the slop, do the boogaloo twist
Cut your throat, cut your throat, cut your wrist
When your tire of worldly toil shuffle off this mortal coil
Turn your body back to soil
It's ok, it's ok
When you get hung up, hang yourself up by your neck
What the hell, what the hell, what the heck