Goldie Lookin` Chain Self Suicide Lyrics

Self Suicide Lyrics

I'm gonna lie on my back and you put your fingers down my mouth right, no, no do
it right, like aaugh uuuugh! i'm gonna do a jimi hendrix, ..eeuuughh....i'm
gonna be sick in my sleep, euuugh...aaauugh ugh!



I tries to do it proper but kept comin' up a cropper 

I needs some hype I think i'll ram raid happy shopper 

Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper 

Bouncing to the window, cut my head, show stopper 

I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers 

I want police protection from 87 coppers 

I wanna go gold even better platinum 

If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man 

It's the truth step back, take a look around 

Elvis is dead for being fat - 500 pound 

Kurt Cobain's rich as fcuk he's buried in the ground 

Jimi Hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no sound 

Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too 

Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo 



S U I C I D E ...it might be messy but it's money for free 



Suicide is painless or so it has been said 

I could've killed myself but i'd be better off dead 

So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head 

Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eating lead 

But I wasn't, i was naked in john frost square 

Mothers with pushchairs stopped and stared 

For this situation I was quite unprepared 

Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared 



Committing suicide to enhance my career 

It worked for mickey and tupac shakir 

Jesus was nailed up to some wood 

2000 years later and book sales are still good 

I heard in a song suicide is painless 

And it's 80% sure to make you famous 

Wanking with a bag on yer head tied to a door 

That bloke from INXS he knew the score 



S U I C I D E ...it might be messy but it's money for free 

S U I C I D E (but spelt wrong by the GLC) ...it might be messy but it's money
for free 



I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick 

John Entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenic 

I keep taking all this coke to make me die 

Doin' more drugs than they make in fcukin' ICI 

It's the best way to go, don't think me dull 

I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid rod hull 

We want people to sing all our songs 

And the nuns at saint joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs 

We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under 

For hip-hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder 

At the moment i'm not dead like david kampasey 

Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies 

Dad's army's all dead, every last one 

But the c*nts are still going on BBC1 

Yeah that's right i smoke draw from wales 

Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales 



It's useless, it's crap, i'll never be in the sun 

How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun? 

Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath 

I know, i'll hang myself with my scarf 

Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck 

The cord length I forgot to check 

Stuck it for a week, unable to shriek 

The landlord found me and he called me a freak 

He cut me down and started to laugh 

If you're dead next week gimme your autograph' 

You know I thanked him, returned to my room 

The new plan is to go out with a boom 

To the station, with a petrol can 

Five pound please, I say to the man 

All set up and ready to burn 

The wheel on my lighter just won't turn 



Suicide is a suicyclebbbl 

Suicide is a suicyclebbbl 

Suicide is a suicyclebbbl............I wanna be famous after I die 



Proven fact, man, if you're dead you sell more 

That drummer from def leppard, his arm has made 30 times more than he has 

You know our Elvis? well, he's dead famous now and he's dead and he's fa.. he's
more famous now like 

He's dead like you know, that's what it's all about like 

It's fuckin' simple economics 

They reckon Bob Marley's dead but he's not, man, coz he was on the TV last
night, man 

Just don't lie to me, man 

I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose, but I, I, I don't think you can
overdose on beechams flu plus 

I think one of the blokes off of dads army is still alive, i think he's bumming
martin in eastenders innit? 

I'll get the ropes, and we'll tie them to the walls, and we all jump off at the
same time and break our necks and we'll make at least 13 quid and you knows
we'll be famous like fcukin' ghandi or like the bloke off that sex film we
seen