Suicide
When the thought of dying seems like your only bet
When you think death is all your going to get
When your thinking of jumping from a jet
And you don't even fret
When six feet under
Looks like a good plunder
When all you do is blunder
When everyone steals your thunder
When you think it's your last set
When you can only listen to one cassette
When you have to go into debt
To buy a lousy headset
When suicide is sitting ringside
When your sitting poolside
When the feeling won't subside
When the moment comes you have to decide
Is it life or suicide
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