Goldie Lookin Chain - Self Suicide lyrics
[Goldie Lookin Chain - Self Suicide lyrics]
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
Eeuuughhi'm gonna be sick in my sleep
Euuughaaauugh ugh!
I tries to do it proper but
Kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype i think
I'll ram raid Happy Shopper
Haven't got a car so i use a space hopper
Bounce into the window, cut my head
Show stopper
I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold even better platinum
If you wanna be a star
You gotta kill yourself, man
It's the truth step back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for being fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck
He's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix and his amp still
Ain't makin' no sound
Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too
Made a hundred million quid dying
Wanking on the loo
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but i'd
Be better off dead so I took a deep breath
Put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click
Should've been eating lead but, I wasn't
I was naked in John Frost Square
Mothers and pushchairs stopped and stared
For this situation I was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared
Committing suicide to enhance my career
It worked for Biggie and 2Pac Shakur
Jesus was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later and book
Sales are still good
I heard in a song suicide is painless
And It's 80% sure to make you famous
Wanking with a bag on yer head tied to a door
That bloke from INXS he knew the score
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenic
I keep taking all this coke to make me die
Doin' more drugs than they
Make in fuckin' ICI
It's the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the roof
Like the flid Rod Hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at Saint Joseph's
Rappin' on smokin' bongs
We wanna be remembered when
We're six feet under
For Hip-Hoppin' not robbin's
Fuckin' beatings or plunder
At the moment I'm not
Dead like David Kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta
Be pushin' up daisies
Dad's Army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts are still going on BBC 1
Yeah that's right I smoke draw from Wales
Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales
It's useless, it's crap
I'll never be in The Sun
How can i be a pop star
When i can't buy a gun?
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me and he
Called me a freak
He cut me down and started to laugh
'If you're dead next week
Gimme your autograph'
You know i thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out with a boom
To the station, with a petrol can
Five pound please, I say to the man
All set up and ready to burn
The wheel on my lighter just won't turn
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
I wanna be famous after I die
Proven fact, man
If you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def Leppard
His arm has made 30 times more than he has
You know our Elvis? Well
He's dead famous now and he's dead and
He's fa he's more famous now like
He's dead like you know
That's what it's all about like
It's fuckin' simple economics
They reckon Bob Marley's dead
But he's not, man
Coz he was on the TV last night, man
Just don't lie to me, man
I thought i was havin' a go at an overdose
But, I don't think you can
Overdose on Beechams Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off
Of Dad's 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 fuckin' Ghandi or
Like the bloke off that sex film we seen
And you put your fingers
Down my mouth right, no, no do it right
Like aaugh uuuugh!
I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix
Eeuuughhi'm gonna be sick in my sleep
Euuughaaauugh ugh!
I tries to do it proper but
Kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype i think
I'll ram raid Happy Shopper
Haven't got a car so i use a space hopper
Bounce into the window, cut my head
Show stopper
I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold even better platinum
If you wanna be a star
You gotta kill yourself, man
It's the truth step back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for being fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck
He's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix and his amp still
Ain't makin' no sound
Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too
Made a hundred million quid dying
Wanking on the loo
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but i'd
Be better off dead so I took a deep breath
Put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click
Should've been eating lead but, I wasn't
I was naked in John Frost Square
Mothers and pushchairs stopped and stared
For this situation I was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared
Committing suicide to enhance my career
It worked for Biggie and 2Pac Shakur
Jesus was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later and book
Sales are still good
I heard in a song suicide is painless
And It's 80% sure to make you famous
Wanking with a bag on yer head tied to a door
That bloke from INXS he knew the score
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
S U I C I D E it might
Be messy but it's money for free
I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenic
I keep taking all this coke to make me die
Doin' more drugs than they
Make in fuckin' ICI
It's the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the roof
Like the flid Rod Hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at Saint Joseph's
Rappin' on smokin' bongs
We wanna be remembered when
We're six feet under
For Hip-Hoppin' not robbin's
Fuckin' beatings or plunder
At the moment I'm not
Dead like David Kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta
Be pushin' up daisies
Dad's Army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts are still going on BBC 1
Yeah that's right I smoke draw from Wales
Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales
It's useless, it's crap
I'll never be in The Sun
How can i be a pop star
When i can't buy a gun?
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me and he
Called me a freak
He cut me down and started to laugh
'If you're dead next week
Gimme your autograph'
You know i thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out with a boom
To the station, with a petrol can
Five pound please, I say to the man
All set up and ready to burn
The wheel on my lighter just won't turn
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
I wanna be famous after I die
Proven fact, man
If you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def Leppard
His arm has made 30 times more than he has
You know our Elvis? Well
He's dead famous now and he's dead and
He's fa he's more famous now like
He's dead like you know
That's what it's all about like
It's fuckin' simple economics
They reckon Bob Marley's dead
But he's not, man
Coz he was on the TV last night, man
Just don't lie to me, man
I thought i was havin' a go at an overdose
But, I don't think you can
Overdose on Beechams Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off
Of Dad's 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 fuckin' Ghandi or
Like the bloke off that sex film we seen