Goldie Lookin Chain: Self suicide

Intro - i'm gonna lie on my back and you put your fingers down my mouth right, no, no do it right, like aaugh uuuugh! i'm gonna do a jimi hendrix, ..eeuuughh....i'm gonna be sick in my sleep, euuugh...aaauugh ugh!I tries to do it proper but kept comin' up a cropperI needs some hype i think i'll ram raid happy shopperHaven't got a car so i use a space hopperBouncing to the window, cut my head, show stopperI want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppersI want police protection from 87 coppersI wanna go gold even better platinumIf you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, manIt's the truth step back, take a look aroundElvis is dead for being fat - 500 poundKurt cobain's rich as fcuk he's buried in the groundJimi hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no soundMichael hutchence, he's one of 'em tooMade a hundred million quid dying tossing on the looS u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it's money for freeSuicide is painless or so it has been saidI could've killed myself but i'd be better off deadSo i took a deep breath, put a gun against my headPulled the trigger, click, should've been eating leadBut i wasn't, i was naked in john frost squareMothers with pushchairs stopped and staredFor this situation i was quite unpreparedTried suicide to be famous but nobody caredCommitting suicide to enhance my careerIt worked for mickey and tupac shakirJesus was nailed up to some wood2000 years later and book sales are still goodI heard in a song suicide is painlessAnd it's 80% sure to make you famousW4nking with a bag on yer head tied to a doorThat bloke from inxs he knew the scoreS u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it's money for freeS u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it's money for freeI gotta kill myself, i gotta do's it quickJohn entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenicI keep taking all this coke to make me dieDoin' more drugs than they make in fcukin' iciIt's the best way to go, don't think me dullI'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid rod hullWe want people to sing all our songsAnd the nuns at saint joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongsWe wanna be remembered when we're six feet underFor hip-hoppin' not robins fukin' beatings or plunderAt the moment i'm not dead like david kampaseyDouble platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisiesDad's army's all dead, every last oneBut the c*nts are still going on bbc1Yeah that's right i smoke draw from walesSuicide's a good idea to improve vinyl salesIt's useless, it's crap, i'll never be in the sunHow can i be a pop star when i can't buy a gun?Jimmy morrison overdosed in the bathI know, i'll hang myself with my scarfTied to the stairs, dangling by my neckThe cord length i forgot to checkStuck it for a week, unable to shriekThe landlord found me and he called me a freakHe cut me down and started to laugh'if you're dead next week gimme your autograph'You know i thanked him, returned to my roomThe new plan is to go out with a boomTo the station, with a petrol canFive pound please, i say to the manAll set up and ready to burnThe wheel on my lighter just won't turnSuicide is a suicyclebbblSuicide is a suicyclebbblSuicide is a suicyclebbbl............i wanna be famous after i dieProven fact, man, if you're dead you sell moreThat drummer from def leppard, his arm has made 30 times more than he hasYou know our elvis? well, he's dead famous now and he's dead and he's fa.. he's more famous now likeHe's dead like you know, that's what it's all about likeIt's fcukin' simple economicsThey reckon bob marley's dead but he's not, man, coz he was on the tv last night, manJust don't lie to me, manI thought i was havin' a go at an overdose, but i i i don't think you can overdose on beechams flu plusI think one of the blokes off of dads army is still alive, i think he's bumming martin in eastenders innit?I'll get the ropes, and we'll tie them to the walls, and we all jump off at the same time and break our necks and we'll make at least 13 quid and you knows we'll be famous like fcukin' ghandi or like the bloke off that sex film we seen