pull the trigger
to the gun at my head
i asked you to listen
you said "i'd rather be dead"
blow back, kick back and bits of brain
i fall to the floor
and you
you can be happy again
the light doesn't fade
or slowly seep away
it ends in a flash
now hurry, go play
with your boyfriends, toy friends and booze
the world is your oyster
your freedom is the thing
and you surely will never lose