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Rope Surprise
I’ve had enough, I’ve had my fill
I’m tired of life and feeling ill
There’s nothing left of what I owned
I cant get high, I can’t get stoned
My soul is neither lost or found
I can’t be fucked to make a sound
It’s all too hard, I cannot cope
I need to buy length of rope
Pull the lever, let it go
Watch the trapdoor fall
Swinging high swinging low
Body swinging too and fro
Feet are twitching in the kitchen
What a way to go
You’ll usually find me in the kitchen at parties
Drinking squash and eating all the smarties
Surprise this time I hear your screams a ringing
When you find me in the kitchen rigid and swinging
I’m tired of life and feeling ill
There’s nothing left of what I owned
I cant get high, I can’t get stoned
My soul is neither lost or found
I can’t be fucked to make a sound
It’s all too hard, I cannot cope
I need to buy length of rope
Pull the lever, let it go
Watch the trapdoor fall
Swinging high swinging low
Body swinging too and fro
Feet are twitching in the kitchen
What a way to go
You’ll usually find me in the kitchen at parties
Drinking squash and eating all the smarties
Surprise this time I hear your screams a ringing
When you find me in the kitchen rigid and swinging
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