Текст песни Suicide is Murder - Aimee Mann

Picture yourself there in the snow, turning blue
Get used to that being you
Picture yourself
Blood from a cut on your wrist
Checking for veins that you missed

'Cause suicide is murder
You've got to have motive, means, and opportunity
Suicide is murder
Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy

Motive is key
Count off the friends who would care
If there were none then you're there
Motive's a must
Shame and self-loathing a plus
Tickets for under the bus

'Cause suicide is murder
You've got to have motive, means, and opportunity
Suicide is murder
Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy

But beware, cause anyone who knew you
Will be cursed and part of them will also die
There's no end to the asking of the question
Why?

So picture yourself, what sums up all of your ends? (Ah, ah, ah)
Is it drowning, or bullets, or pills? (Uh, uh, uh)
Try to detach, if throwing the pills down the hatch (Ah, ah, ah)
Falling where no one can catch (Uh, uh, uh)

'Cause suicide is murder
You've got to have the stomach for a heartless killing spree
Suicide is murder
Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy