Suicide Hotline Pt. 1

Dare I think about it?
 They're leaving me all alone
 How low? How mean
 I think I'm getting the taste for it
 I need you on the telephone
 I'd kill for it
 I'm ready for it
 Raving on about it
 They really left me all alone
 How low? How mean
 So easy when you think about it
 I'll never hang up - it is on
 What in heaven's name did they do to you?
 No one lasts forever yes it's true
 I'd kill for it
 I'm ready for it
 Halls of inquisition
 Kill it, reposition (sic)
 All along the ledges
 People standing, waiting to get shoved