Sick of his own face Weary of his unfortunate fate Must be an awkward mind game When they praise you, isn't a shame. Smile on, suicidal thoughts going on He goes on to highway to heaven People say God bless you He hears die, die, die.
Sick of his own face Weary of his unfortunate fate Must be an awkward mind game When they praise you, isn't a shame. Smile on, suicidal thoughts going on He goes on to highway to heaven People say God bless you He hears die, die, die.