The Suicide Song

Grandpa found his happiness in a hand gun
Caught up in an existential tantrum
The robbers forgot the fucking ransom
Turns out the devil's not that handsome

And Andrew found his heaven in a headshot
Showed the world and his ma the brains he's got
Now I wonder where he rots
I think of him when I get high in parking lots

The suicide song can be sung all night long
The suicide song can be sung all night long
The suicide song can be sung all night long
Don't sing along
Don't sing along

And Bethany found her beauty in a bullet
Pushed so far that she had to pull it
Cops called daddy, daddy called bullshit

Bethany has SAT's in the morning
There's just absolutely no way she could have fit that in her schedule
And with volleyball practice, and chores, not to mention choir
She knows better than that
Are you kidding me
She was raised in a Catholic household
Need I remind you I keep all my guns locked in the safe under my bed
Even the 22
You know I was cleaning those things the other night
And she came back into my room crying
She said something about how there was some rock star on the TV
You know, some rock star on the

And Cobain caught a train
With the twitch of a toe
Saw no Jesus in this jigsaw
So he let it all go
At night I make-out with marijuana
And hope that Kurt found his Nirvana

You don't want to sing the suicide
Because the suicide song can be sung all night long
The suicide song can be sung all night long
Don't sing along
Don't sing along