 Night fell fast, like it did in the past
when the phone rang
Twice and a voice said "I think I'm
alone"
I gave my advice and the voice said
"Nice, but suicide
leaves such a bad
aftertaste on the soul."
Chorus:
Oh ain't you glad that we live on an
island,
You can choose your own way of
being killed,
You can jump off a cliff and get
drowned in the sea,
Or be dashed 'gainst the rocks and
get split,
And it could happen to you (no it
won't happen to me)
It could happen to you...
....And if it do then you're a true blue
sui-
Side by side they waled into the tide,
till it rose to their nose and then
They kissed with their eyes
"goodbye."
They were seen to smile just before
they dived, dead lovers don't have
much
Except a certain desperate sense of
style...
But ain't you glad etc.
There were a lot of crazy problems
that they couldn't resolve
A lot of tricky questions which they
just couldn't solve
The main problem was of course he
couldn't say "no"
On your marks, get ready, steady
here we go.
In a fifth floor lift a man slit his wrist,
his head ticked over and then it
Suddenly slipped away
And the girl in the mac at the back of
the shack,
lay her head on the track
And said "I think it's better this way."
Oh she was glad that she lived on an
island etc.
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