Pop Song for Euthanasia

Build a million signs
 In juvenile codes
 I'm tellin' the trees
 Stop your growin'
 Stop your growin'
 Grow no more
 Spray paint my eyes
 The banners on my bones
 You're begging me to tag your soul
 Your soul
 Your soul
 How you look surprised at me
 You're not blinkin'
 How I shot ya dead
 World
 I shot ya dead
 How you looked surprised at me
 You're not blinkin'
 How I got ya good
 World
 How I got ya good
 When I drove off that cliff
 Blazing of gasoline
 That I sold my arms and limbs for
 When I drove off that cliff
 Blazing of misery
 I sold my blood and kin for
 How you look surprised at me
 You're not blinkin'
 How I shot ya dead
 World
 I shot ya dead
 How you looked surprised at me
 You're not blinkin'
 How I got ya good
 World
 How I got ya good
 When I drove off that cliff
 Blazing of gasoline
 That I sold my arms and limbs for
 When I drove off that cliff
 Blazing of misery
 That I sold my blood and kin for
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 If I broke your spine
 Would you hold my hand
 When I tell you
 That it's all over
 All over
 All over