Suicide Hotline, Pt. 1 - Betzefer

Oh no, not me

Dare I think about it?

They’re leaving me all alone

How low?

How mean

I think I’m getting the taste for it

I need you on the telephone

Like now

I feel you

I’d kill for it

I’m ready for it

Oh no, not me

Raving on about it

They really left me all alone

How low?

How mean

So easy when you think about it

I’ll never hang up — it is on

What in heaven’s name did they do to you?

I feel you

No one lasts forever yes it’s true

I feel you

I’d kill for it

I’m ready for it

Halls of inquisition

Kill it, reposition (sic)

All along the ledges

People standing, waiting to get shoved