I'd Choose The Noose

I'd choose the noose; what about you?

Would you choose the noose too?

You probably haven't thought about it yet, I'd bet

All's well in your world I guess; all is fucking well

Just the occasional dreary Sunday, next stop Monday

Quietly contented; Mr happy-go-lucky!

As that grim reaper in the souk once said...

'That's good business for you, no good business for me!'...

'You fucky, fucky!'

So you fucky, fucky Mr happy-go-lucky

Because this is no good business for me

I'd choose the noose... but it's just a thought

Of a loop in a rope pulled fucking taut

Cos there's this cunt that lurks within my head

And I'm fucking sick of every fucking word he's said

He goes on and on and on... and fucking on

'You're so precious, you're so right - don't go down without a fight'

Well I just wish he'd fuck off

Just fuck off and leave me alone and on my own

Cos on my own I'd find some clarity

And laugh out loud with debased hilarity

I'd choose the noose, what about you?

Would you choose the... oh, you've gone

Where the fuck have you gone?

Mr happy-go-fucky-lucky don't leave me alone

Alone with this cunt in my head!

Some cunts are sweet, this one's evil!

'So fucking evil and I'm in your head'...

'And I've heard every fucking word you've said'...

Oh God of fiction I'm not fucking dreamin'

Cos this cunt within me is my own personal fucking demon...

...and there's no escape, I can't break loose

And he's here with me as we choose the noose