Self Suicide Lyrics
| Song | Self Suicide |
| Artist | Goldie Lookin Chain |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Goldie Lookin Chain | |
| I'm gonna lie on my back | |
| An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right | |
| No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh | |
| I'm gonna do a | |
| Jimi Hendrix, eugh | |
| I'm gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh | |
| I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper | |
| I needs some hype, | |
| I think I'll ram raid happy shopper | |
| Haven't got a car so | |
| I use a space hopper | |
| Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper | |
| I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers | |
| I want police protection from 87 coppers | |
| I wanna go gold, even better platinum | |
| If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man | |
| It's the truth, step back, take a look around | |
| Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound | |
| Kurt Cobain's rich as ****, he's buried in the ground | |
| Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no sound | |
| Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too | |
| Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo | |
| S.U.I.C.I. | |
| D.E.It might be messy but it's money for free | |
| Suicide is painless or so it has been said | |
| I could've killed myself but | |
| I'd be better off dead | |
| So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head | |
| Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eatin' lead | |
| But I wasn't, | |
| I was naked in | |
| John Frost | |
| SquareMothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared | |
| For this situation | |
| I was quite unprepared | |
| Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared | |
| Committin' suicide to enhance my career | |
| It worked for | |
| Mickey an' | |
| Tupac Shakir | |
| Jesus was nailed up to some wood2000 years later an' book sales are still good | |
| I heard in a song suicide is painless | |
| An' it's 80 percent sure to make you famous | |
| Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door | |
| That bloke from | |
| INXS, he knew the score | |
| S.U.I.C.I. | |
| D.E.It might be messy but it's money for free | |
| S.U.I.C.I. | |
| D.E.It might be messy but it's money for free | |
| I gotta kill myself, | |
| I gotta do's it quick | |
| John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic | |
| I keep takin' all this coke to make me die | |
| Doin' more drugs than they make in ****in' | |
| ICIIt's the best way to go, don't think me dull | |
| I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid | |
| Rod HullWe want people to sing all our songs | |
| And the nuns at | |
| St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs | |
| We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under | |
| For hip hoppin' not robbings, ****in' beatings or plunder | |
| At the moment | |
| I'm not dead like | |
| David Kampasey | |
| Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies | |
| Dad's army's all dead, every last one | |
| But the cunts is still goin' on | |
| BBC1Yeah, that's right, | |
| I smoke draw from | |
| WalesSuicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales | |
| It's useless, it's crap, | |
| I'll never be in the sun | |
| How can I be a pop star when | |
| I can't buy a gun? | |
| Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath | |
| I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf | |
| Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck | |
| The cord length | |
| I forgot to check | |
| Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek | |
| The landlord found me an' he called me a freak | |
| He cut me down an' started to laugh"If you're dead next week gimme your autograph" | |
| You know I thanked him, returned to my room | |
| The new plan is to go out with a boom | |
| To the station, with a petrol can"Five pound please", | |
| I say to the man | |
| All set up an' ready to burn | |
| The wheel on my lighter just won't turn | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| I wanna be famous after | |
| I dieProven fact, man, if you're dead you sell more | |
| That drummer from | |
| Def Leppard | |
| His arm has made 30 times more than he has | |
| You know that our | |
| Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now | |
| And he's dead and he's face, he's more famous now like | |
| He's dead like you know, | |
| I, I suppose what a lot like | |
| ****in' simple economics | |
| They reckon | |
| Bob Marley's dead | |
| But he's not, man' | |
| Coz he was on the | |
| TV last night, man | |
| Just don't lie to me, man | |
| I thought | |
| I was havin' a go at an overdose | |
| But I, I, | |
| I don't think you can overdose on | |
| Beecham's | |
| Flu PlusI think one of the blokes off of | |
| Dad's army is still alive | |
| I think he's bummin' | |
| Martin in | |
| Eastenders, innit? | |
| I'll get the ropes an' we'll tie them to the walls | |
| An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks | |
| An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we'll be famouslike ****in' | |
| Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen |
| zuo qu : Blake, Goldie Lookin Chain | |
| I' m gonna lie on my back | |
| An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right | |
| No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh | |
| I' m gonna do a | |
| Jimi Hendrix, eugh | |
| I' m gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh | |
| I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper | |
| I needs some hype, | |
| I think I' ll ram raid happy shopper | |
| Haven' t got a car so | |
| I use a space hopper | |
| Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper | |
| I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers | |
| I want police protection from 87 coppers | |
| I wanna go gold, even better platinum | |
| If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man | |
| It' s the truth, step back, take a look around | |
| Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound | |
| Kurt Cobain' s rich as , he' s buried in the ground | |
| Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain' t makin' no sound | |
| Michael Hutchence, he' s one of ' em too | |
| Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| Suicide is painless or so it has been said | |
| I could' ve killed myself but | |
| I' d be better off dead | |
| So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head | |
| Pulled the trigger, click, should' ve been eatin' lead | |
| But I wasn' t, | |
| I was naked in | |
| John Frost | |
| SquareMothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared | |
| For this situation | |
| I was quite unprepared | |
| Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared | |
| Committin' suicide to enhance my career | |
| It worked for | |
| Mickey an' | |
| Tupac Shakir | |
| Jesus was nailed up to some wood2000 years later an' book sales are still good | |
| I heard in a song suicide is painless | |
| An' it' s 80 percent sure to make you famous | |
| Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door | |
| That bloke from | |
| INXS, he knew the score | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| I gotta kill myself, | |
| I gotta do' s it quick | |
| John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic | |
| I keep takin' all this coke to make me die | |
| Doin' more drugs than they make in in' | |
| ICIIt' s the best way to go, don' t think me dull | |
| I' m not gonna fall off the roof like the flid | |
| Rod HullWe want people to sing all our songs | |
| And the nuns at | |
| St. Joseph' s rappin' on smokin' bongs | |
| We wanna be remembered when we' re six feet under | |
| For hip hoppin' not robbings, in' beatings or plunder | |
| At the moment | |
| I' m not dead like | |
| David Kampasey | |
| Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies | |
| Dad' s army' s all dead, every last one | |
| But the cunts is still goin' on | |
| BBC1Yeah, that' s right, | |
| I smoke draw from | |
| WalesSuicide' s a good idea to improve vinyl sales | |
| It' s useless, it' s crap, | |
| I' ll never be in the sun | |
| How can I be a pop star when | |
| I can' t buy a gun? | |
| Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath | |
| I know, I' ll hang myself with my scarf | |
| Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck | |
| The cord length | |
| I forgot to check | |
| Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek | |
| The landlord found me an' he called me a freak | |
| He cut me down an' started to laugh" If you' re dead next week gimme your autograph" | |
| You know I thanked him, returned to my room | |
| The new plan is to go out with a boom | |
| To the station, with a petrol can" Five pound please", | |
| I say to the man | |
| All set up an' ready to burn | |
| The wheel on my lighter just won' t turn | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| I wanna be famous after | |
| I dieProven fact, man, if you' re dead you sell more | |
| That drummer from | |
| Def Leppard | |
| His arm has made 30 times more than he has | |
| You know that our | |
| Elvis? Well, he' s dead famous now | |
| And he' s dead and he' s face, he' s more famous now like | |
| He' s dead like you know, | |
| I, I suppose what a lot like | |
| in' simple economics | |
| They reckon | |
| Bob Marley' s dead | |
| But he' s not, man' | |
| Coz he was on the | |
| TV last night, man | |
| Just don' t lie to me, man | |
| I thought | |
| I was havin' a go at an overdose | |
| But I, I, | |
| I don' t think you can overdose on | |
| Beecham' s | |
| Flu PlusI think one of the blokes off of | |
| Dad' s army is still alive | |
| I think he' s bummin' | |
| Martin in | |
| Eastenders, innit? | |
| I' ll get the ropes an' we' ll tie them to the walls | |
| An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks | |
| An' we' ll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we' ll be famouslike in' | |
| Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Goldie Lookin Chain | |
| I' m gonna lie on my back | |
| An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right | |
| No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh | |
| I' m gonna do a | |
| Jimi Hendrix, eugh | |
| I' m gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh | |
| I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper | |
| I needs some hype, | |
| I think I' ll ram raid happy shopper | |
| Haven' t got a car so | |
| I use a space hopper | |
| Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper | |
| I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers | |
| I want police protection from 87 coppers | |
| I wanna go gold, even better platinum | |
| If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man | |
| It' s the truth, step back, take a look around | |
| Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound | |
| Kurt Cobain' s rich as , he' s buried in the ground | |
| Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain' t makin' no sound | |
| Michael Hutchence, he' s one of ' em too | |
| Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| Suicide is painless or so it has been said | |
| I could' ve killed myself but | |
| I' d be better off dead | |
| So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head | |
| Pulled the trigger, click, should' ve been eatin' lead | |
| But I wasn' t, | |
| I was naked in | |
| John Frost | |
| SquareMothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared | |
| For this situation | |
| I was quite unprepared | |
| Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared | |
| Committin' suicide to enhance my career | |
| It worked for | |
| Mickey an' | |
| Tupac Shakir | |
| Jesus was nailed up to some wood2000 years later an' book sales are still good | |
| I heard in a song suicide is painless | |
| An' it' s 80 percent sure to make you famous | |
| Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door | |
| That bloke from | |
| INXS, he knew the score | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| S. U. I. C. I. | |
| D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free | |
| I gotta kill myself, | |
| I gotta do' s it quick | |
| John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic | |
| I keep takin' all this coke to make me die | |
| Doin' more drugs than they make in in' | |
| ICIIt' s the best way to go, don' t think me dull | |
| I' m not gonna fall off the roof like the flid | |
| Rod HullWe want people to sing all our songs | |
| And the nuns at | |
| St. Joseph' s rappin' on smokin' bongs | |
| We wanna be remembered when we' re six feet under | |
| For hip hoppin' not robbings, in' beatings or plunder | |
| At the moment | |
| I' m not dead like | |
| David Kampasey | |
| Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies | |
| Dad' s army' s all dead, every last one | |
| But the cunts is still goin' on | |
| BBC1Yeah, that' s right, | |
| I smoke draw from | |
| WalesSuicide' s a good idea to improve vinyl sales | |
| It' s useless, it' s crap, | |
| I' ll never be in the sun | |
| How can I be a pop star when | |
| I can' t buy a gun? | |
| Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath | |
| I know, I' ll hang myself with my scarf | |
| Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck | |
| The cord length | |
| I forgot to check | |
| Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek | |
| The landlord found me an' he called me a freak | |
| He cut me down an' started to laugh" If you' re dead next week gimme your autograph" | |
| You know I thanked him, returned to my room | |
| The new plan is to go out with a boom | |
| To the station, with a petrol can" Five pound please", | |
| I say to the man | |
| All set up an' ready to burn | |
| The wheel on my lighter just won' t turn | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| Suicide is a suicyclebbl | |
| I wanna be famous after | |
| I dieProven fact, man, if you' re dead you sell more | |
| That drummer from | |
| Def Leppard | |
| His arm has made 30 times more than he has | |
| You know that our | |
| Elvis? Well, he' s dead famous now | |
| And he' s dead and he' s face, he' s more famous now like | |
| He' s dead like you know, | |
| I, I suppose what a lot like | |
| in' simple economics | |
| They reckon | |
| Bob Marley' s dead | |
| But he' s not, man' | |
| Coz he was on the | |
| TV last night, man | |
| Just don' t lie to me, man | |
| I thought | |
| I was havin' a go at an overdose | |
| But I, I, | |
| I don' t think you can overdose on | |
| Beecham' s | |
| Flu PlusI think one of the blokes off of | |
| Dad' s army is still alive | |
| I think he' s bummin' | |
| Martin in | |
| Eastenders, innit? | |
| I' ll get the ropes an' we' ll tie them to the walls | |
| An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks | |
| An' we' ll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we' ll be famouslike in' | |
| Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen |
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