Suicide

The paper called it suicide

A bullet from a forty-five

Nobody cared and nobody cried

Don't that make you feel sad?

Peter Brent combed his hair and sent

For the police

Policeman came took Peter's name

God may he rest in peace

No one saw the note beside the body

Nobody knew the problem but my God

Suicide

Yeah Mama

The body remains unidentified

Forgotten in a file

Like the letter that was blown aside

Don't that make you wanna smile?

Ya ya ya ya

Ya ya ya ya

Awhile

Smile a little while

For the suicide

Comin' up

No one was really satisfied

About number eighty one

The autopsy proved that Peter lied

But they never found the gun

No one saw the note beside the body

Nobody knew the problem but my God

Suicide

The paper called it suicide

A bullet from a forty-five

Nobody cared and nobody cried

Don't that make you wanna pucker?

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This is his solo miya

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