He was a black eyed whore

With an arsehole like a front door

He was a suicidal bore

Who couldn't take any more

Bleeding holes in her tiny hand

He had a picture of Guns n' Roses on his wall

'cos he looked a bit like Axl Rose

He contemplated falling on a sword

She threw her body off the 17th floor

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He drowned himself in alcohol

He prayed the stars to take his soul

He cut himself so it would show

I heard a zipper go in the front row

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