Bender - The Last Days of the Suicide Kid lyrics
[Bender - The Last Days of the Suicide Kid lyrics]
The last days of the suicide kid
(audience member) "Fuck you man"
Any other comments?
The last days of the suicide kid
I can see myself now
After all these suicide days and nights
Being wheeled out of one of
These sterile rest homes of course
This is only if I get famous and lucky
By a subnormal and bored nurse
There I am sitting upright in my wheelchair
Almost blind
Eyes rolling backward into the dark
Part of my skull
Looking for the mercy of death
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
The children walk past and
I don't even exist
And lovely women walk by with big hot hips
And warm buttocks and tight hot everything
Praying to be loved, and I don't even exist
"It's the first sunlight we've had in
3 days, Mr bukowski" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
There I am, sitting upright in my wheelchair
Myself whiter than this sheet of paper
Bloodless
Brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski gone
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
Pissing in my pajamas
Slop drooling out of my mouth
Two young schoolboys run by, "Hey
Did you see that old guy?"
"Christ, yes, he makes me sick"
After all the threats to do so, somebody
Else has committed suicide for me, At last
The nurse stops the wheelchair
Breaks a rose from a nearby bush
Puts it in my hand
I don't even know what it is
It might as well be my pecker
For all the good it does
Course that's never gonna happen, you know?
Huh, okay
(audience member) "Fuck you man"
Any other comments?
The last days of the suicide kid
I can see myself now
After all these suicide days and nights
Being wheeled out of one of
These sterile rest homes of course
This is only if I get famous and lucky
By a subnormal and bored nurse
There I am sitting upright in my wheelchair
Almost blind
Eyes rolling backward into the dark
Part of my skull
Looking for the mercy of death
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
The children walk past and
I don't even exist
And lovely women walk by with big hot hips
And warm buttocks and tight hot everything
Praying to be loved, and I don't even exist
"It's the first sunlight we've had in
3 days, Mr bukowski" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
There I am, sitting upright in my wheelchair
Myself whiter than this sheet of paper
Bloodless
Brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski gone
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
Pissing in my pajamas
Slop drooling out of my mouth
Two young schoolboys run by, "Hey
Did you see that old guy?"
"Christ, yes, he makes me sick"
After all the threats to do so, somebody
Else has committed suicide for me, At last
The nurse stops the wheelchair
Breaks a rose from a nearby bush
Puts it in my hand
I don't even know what it is
It might as well be my pecker
For all the good it does
Course that's never gonna happen, you know?
Huh, okay