In big printed letters
On big neon signs
They're selling the public
Beauty suicide
They can write you a letter
For just a small fee
And send you a noose
To wherever you'll be
They leave you some flowers
As you leave them behind
It's a day in the life
Of selling suicide
In the night when you leave
They will wait with some tears
And they'll cry and tell stories
Of you through the years
You were always quite empty
And you fell for their charms
They brought you gifts
While they cut your arms
In your bed of white
You lay under sheets
Poison from their pantries
Brings the Beautiful Sleep
