I know I'm unhappy
I know things aren't right
For instance last week
I got drunk every night
I know that I'm angry
I know I'm afraid
I rarely make love
I mostly get laid
I know I'm unhealthy
No doctor would doubt
My dreams are all bad
And my hair's falling out
When you get the blues
And you want shoot yourself in the head
It's alright, it's alright
Go ahead
Do the monkey, do the pony
Do the slop, do the boogaloo twist
Cut your throat, Cut your throat
Cut your wrist
When you tire of worldly toil
Shuffle off this mortal coil
Turn your body back to soil
It's okay, it's okay
When you get hung up
Hang yourself up by the neck
What the hell, what the hell
What the heck

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