Johnny Foreigner - Suicide Pact, Yeh? lyrics

One more failed suicide attempt And I don't think you're trying anywhere hard enough It's not like we're stood here wishing you were dead I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at And now you're tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine's Our hostess, she skims the careless I know the money's there I checked her underwear Hey bodycheck Another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown By drunken lovers Put some candles out (Put some candles out) Ex-dancer, she's tight with bouncers She says they've got her back Until they get her back Put some candles out (Put some candles out) [Chorus] (I got nothing to lose) I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose) For Paris afternoons (For Paris afternoons) I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose) If you've got nothing to prove (I got nothing to lose) I got nothing to lose (For Paris afternoons) Paris afternoons were false (I got nothing to lose) Summer can't come soon enough (I got nothing to lose) One more shattered limb for your bulletin There was shouting, then screaming, police in the taxi rank It's not like we're stood here waiting for the blood I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at And now you're tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine's Like roadk**, we took bad pills Forgot where our hearts were at And where the rest was stashed The night broke us Your friends choked us We pa**ed out on the taxi ride We barely got inside Put some candles out (Put some candles out) And I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed If you treat this like a race then you're only gonna lose Put some candles out (Put some candles out) [Chorus] (I got nothing to lose) I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose) For Paris afternoons (For Paris afternoons) I got nothing to lose (I got nothing to lose) If you've got nothing to prove (I got nothing to lose) I got nothing to lose (For Paris afternoons) Paris afternoons were false (I got nothing to lose) Summer can't come soon enough (I got nothing to lose) And how it all comes back A row of crappy flats And a suicide pact A heart attack stance that says I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried We made the best with what we had