Lyrics

Pardon me while I slit my throat I got no one I got no home Pardon me while I slit my wrist I'm so alone I think I like it It's gonna be an open casket funeral You're all invited In the paper you'll all read With a smile on his face he must have liked it I got no help but I don't think it'll work anyhow Apathetic - pathetic Dead with a hard on Consider suicide