Suicide Songtext
von Stray

Bromham


Put the gun to my head, but I could not pull the trigger
In a while I′ll be dead, who would ever miss a nigger
The whites would all smile and say
Another one gone hip - hip hooray
Fire the gun - aim don't miss
End your life - death is bliss
See the sweat on my face, I must never reconsider
In a while I′ll be dead, who would ever miss a nigger
The blacks they'd all stand and cry
Should have been a white that ought to die
Fire the gun - aim don't miss
End your life - death is bliss
Listen all, gather round, why don′t we all reconsider
Live a life all as one
We will all forgive the sinner
Then we′ll all live together
Black and white and green and yellow
Fire the gun - aim don't miss
End your life - death is bliss