Suicide

The paper called it suicide

A bullet from a .45

Nobody cared, nobody cried

Don't that make you feel sad?

Peter Brent combed his hair

And sent for the police

Policemen came, took Peter's name

God, may he rest in peace

No one saw the note beside the body

No one knew the problem, but, my God

It was a suicide

The body remains unidentified

Forgotten in a file

Like the letter that was blown aside

Don't that make you wanna smile?

Smile a little while

For the suicide

Yeah, baby

No one was really satisfied

'Bout number 81

The autopsy proved that Peter lied

But they never could find 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 .45

Nobody cared, nobody cried

Don't that make you wanna boogie?