Picture this; A razorblade, now where's the twist? Picture this; A razorblade on a teenage wrist, Now that's the twist...
I'm tired, & I need a drink I've got no time to unwind, and no time to think I need a little something to pick me up & it looks like it's my night out with Lady Luck I've got a pocket full of pills & thrills They're guaranteed to cure all kinds of ills So it's down the neck they go & then down the disco Switch me on & they watch me go go go go go...
Slow Suicide, so slow... Slow Suicide, I'm so low...
Everything is fine... I could feel fine all the time Hey, you in the suit, I'm the kind who'll loose their mind & shoot Splash the cash or bleed, you see; I gotta feed my need & feed my greed... I'm a street junkie now, on a crack-attack Hand it over, Joe, or turn around and get it in the back-
Slow Suicide, so slow... Slow Suicide, I'm so low...
I don't believe the kids these days The kids these days amaze me... Are you coming along for the ride? (the ride of your life) |
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