1-800 Suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 So you wanna die? Commit suicide?
 Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
 Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
 Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
 The trick didn't work
 Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
 After watchin' Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
 Gun down the captain for no fuckin' reason
 And get some LSD, or a drink from the bar
 Get behind your wheel and crash the car
 Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
 Confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
 Back to the function, ridin' the caboose to Hell
 Bzzzzzt! Touched the third rail
 Ya fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
 'Cause it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
 Come and tell the Grym Reaper all o' your grief
 You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
 Your pop's got ends, but yo he's mad cheap
 Maybe you're a bastard child ya think
 Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
 Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
 But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
 Now ya stand on the Gravedigga plot
 And you're singin' the blues about the rough life you've got
 (Not!) Ya don't wanna live no more
 I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour
 When you get home just fill up your windows and your doors
 Turn your oven on high for about four hours
 Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
 Ya gassed yaself 'cause it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 Suicide, it's a suicide biddy-bye-bye!
 Suicide, it's a suicide
 (Yep, I've said it before and I'll say it again)
 (Life moves pretty fast)
 (If you don't stop and look around every once in a while)
 (You'll miss it)
 Six fuckin' devils stepped up playin' brave God
 Had the fuckin' nerve to try and enter my graveyard
 I'm the RZArector, be my sacrifice
 Commit suicide and I'll bring ya back to life
 The first was convinced, stuck a water hose
 In his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
 Second one said, "Mmm, that's good but I can top it"
 Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it
 Blood shot out in every direction
 The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
 Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
 Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
 Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
 Better yet, go hang yourself with a barbed wire
 Three and Four fell deep into spell and
 Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
 Number Five said it ain't worth bein' alive
 Smoked a dust joint, mixed it with cyanide
 The only one to escape was number Six
 He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists
 Yeah, more graves to dig, goodbye!
 There's no need to cry - 'cause we all die