Lyrics

You could punch your brains out with a club Or cut your wrists up in the tub You could take a shotgun to your face Or throw yourself down a staircase You could play chicken with a train Or stick a big pencil in your brain You could cut your throat with my CD Or drive your car into a tree You could bungee jump into some fire Or rip out your lungs with rusty pliers You could shoot an agent in your veins Eleven ways to end the pain