You've been singing songs for all the wrong reasons
For reasons you're not at liberty to say
It wasn't to get rich or famous or get laid
Mainly you wrote those fucking songs to drive me away

And when you go to bed at night you're a skeleton
With visions in your head too big to see
And the insides of your mouth inflate and try to suffocate you
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard to fall asleep

And you've been looking for an honest way out for too long
Because suicide is not the key
And you hate the taste of alcohol and medicine
Well the answer, the answer, the answer is plain to see

So come along, let's get murdered!
Let's go to sleep and never wake up!
Let's find a loop-hole out of this!