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Suicide

This song is by Birth Control and appears on the album Hoodoo Man (1972).


Get around to meditate on
Meditate on a crucial point
Death goes on, on and on
Watcha gonna do about it?

Do you wanna look on at industrial smog
How it cripples your little dog
And turn the surface of the deep blue sea
Turn into a black substance?
Sticky and dead, yeah

Holidays at wreckage hills will
Spread abroad like football and
Fresh water-ration-privateer
Will become profession of your son

Tryin' to get the best of it
Fellow that won't do
Friend make haste before you feel
The knife at your throat
Rusty and cold

Suicide, suicide
Seems to be the fate
What the future has in store
For the human race
Hey, what now, baby

Suicide, suicide
Seems to be the fate
What the future has in store
For the human race

Holidays at wreckage hills will
Spread abroad like football and
Fresh water-ration-privateer
Will become profession of your son

Tryin' to get the best of it
Fellow that won't do
Friend make haste before you feel
The knife at your throat
Rusty and cold

Suicide, suicide
Seems to be the fate
What the future has in store
For the human race
Hey, what now, baby

Suicide, suicide
Seems to be the fate
What the future has in store
For the human race

CreditsEdit

  • Music, lyrics and vocals by Bruno Frenzel

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