C
Your suicides,
       F
you do them with pride,
G                 C
you do them every year:
C
you hang yourself
         F
from the branch of a tree,
G                       C
the branch it breaks, I fear.

C
Your suicides,
       F
you do them with pride,
G                    C
that hotel in King's Cross:
C
you overdosed
   F
on heroin,
G                          C
only the use of a limb you lost.

C
Your suicides,
       F
you do them with pride,
G                          C
that time you slashed your wrists:
C
your blood it clotted
F
quickly,
G                       C
your blood was just too thick.

C
Your suicides,
       F
you do them with pride,
G                        C
in your car with exhaust fumes:
C
some nosy parker
F
came along,
G                C
your suicide was doomed.

C
Your suicides,
       F
you do them with pride,
G                  C
but are you really sincere?
C
You say some day 
F
you will succeed
G                            C
but you're ninety-three next year.

F
Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
C
you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
F                        G
you're ninety-three next year (silly old sod, silly old sod).
F
Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
C
you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) ...
G                        C
you're ninety-three next year.



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