I'll grab a gun,
I'll grab the pills,
I'll grab a rope,
And head to a hill.
I'll grab a blade,
I'll grab the whiskey,
I'll grab a chair,
Oh, this is risky.
I'll drape the rope from a tree top up,
I'll stand up on the chair,
I'll take the blade and slit my wrists,
No one seems to care.
I'll take the pills and take them all,
I'll chase them down with Jack,
I'll place the noose around my head,
I swear i'll never be back.
As i begin to wobble around,
I'll put the gun up to my head,
I'll pull the trigger as i kick the chair,
Then finally i'll be dead.
