The Tiger Lillies Your Suicides song lyrics

Your suicides,

You do them with pride,

You hang yourself

From the branch of a tree,

The branch it breaks, I fear.

Your suicides,

You do them with pride,

That hotel in King's Cross:

You overdosed

On heroin,

Till the use of a limb you lost.

Your suicides,

You do them with pride,

That time you slashed your wrists:

Your blood it clotted

Quickly,

Your blood was just too thick.

Your suicides,

You do them with pride,

In your car with exhaust fumes:

Some nosy parker

Came along,

Your suicide was doomed.

Your suicides,

You do them with pride,

But are you really sincere?

You say some day you will succeed

But you're ninety-three next year.

Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),

You're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),

You're ninety-three next year (silly old sod, silly old sod).

Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),

You're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) ...