s**er... You've gone and done it
Once again
I've watched you suffer
Through an endless row of cold
And sleepless nights
Shameless history has left
An ugly note for you
To write to me
Suicide is on your mind
11 o'clock on the dot has come
But don't you think
You're much too bright
To lay that trip on me tonight...
Ah, love
You want to take the rope
And pull it tight
Well you arm is a hole
And this dream's on loan
You've got nothing left
But your porcelain throne
So let's do it
Just one more time
Suicide is on your mind
11 o'clock on the dot
It's time!
So light the pipe
And here we go
To children's hell below
With a smile...
You're such a strange
Peculiar sort
Who lied and begged and stole
For more
So light the pipe
And here we go
To children's hell below
With a smile