Suicide by Pigs (10 Inch Version)

I've considered suicide by police 

 I'd do it myself but I'm far too angry 

 That's the way these things gotta be, 

 For now 

 But When that day comes you'll know 

 Because you'll become a widow 

 Organizing all those things that you disliked about me 

 And I Hope piece by piece 

 That it finds you no peace at all 

 Never had a smile 

 that lit up every room that i came into 

 All those intentions were  self serving 

 If my eulogy reads like a scene from some bad Hollywood movie  

 It would Seem that none of you knew me 

 How much of this time's been wasted? 

 Singing these rhymes you hated 

 Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth 

 So we spend our nights getting wasted 

 Line after line with numb faces 

 Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you  

 Beneath some rubble 

 Buried in a modern concrete tomb 

 With western comforts 

 They will find the remains of our youth 

 In a vans shoe box 

 They'll Uncover Letters and mix tapes 

 Left a trail of breadcrumbs 

 That will never lead to any place

 I've considered suicide by police 

 Would try it myself but my finger's missing 

 So i guess I'll stare at a wall And scream 

 For now 

 Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason 

 Quit asking If I'm ok

 On the day I die 

 It will be self explanatory 

 There won't be a letter for you 

 Life was just Painfully boring 

 How much of this time's been wasted? 

 Singing these rhymes you hated 

 Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth 

 So we spend our nights getting wasted 

 Line after line with numb faces 

 Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you