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40cakesErin should find it amusing that when I searched for the lyrics to this song, I found instead a Weiß Kreuz song called "Suicide Seaside"
Transcribed myself, as I enjoy the song and want to share with world.
Suicide
by Rob Gaylor
Animals don't have a choice.
If they're not happy with their place in the world, too bad.
They have to live the life they've been given.
Humans, on the other hand, don't have to.
We have a choice.
If you don't like your place in the world, you can get off anythime you want.
Suicide. That's right.
You don't like the way your life's going, you don't like where you are in the world, anything around you, you can check out anytime you'd like.
Animals aren't allowed that thought.
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats owned by assholes who live in high rises diving out of windows.
Zebras, if they even had remotely that thought, would take a look at themselves and go,
"What the fuck?
Black and white in a green and brown world.
Well, this blows.
I'm just gonna jump in the river; I don't have a thumb to work a gun or hold a knife or even open up a jar of pills.
I'm just gonna dive into the next lion's mouth.
Why even bother?"
Now, monkeys have the opposible thumb so they could kinda do it the exact same way we do.
Now, there's a bunch of people that say,
"Oh, it's against the law!"
Well, it's only against the law if you do a crappy job and get caught.
Other people say,
"Oh, we shoud save them."
Yeah, well, you know what?
Not everybody wants to be saved.
Not everybody should be saved.
And who are we to force our will upon them?
I mean, isn't that one of the joys about being human, freedom of choice?
Now, it's not all bad.
Now, I'm not saying,
"Kill yourself."
But if you're gonna be an idiot, and do it anyway, no sweat offa my back.
There's a lotta good that could come from it, along with the bad thrown in.
Some of the things?
A job will open.
An apartment will become available.
There'll be more air for me.
They say there's two girls for every guy. If you're a man, that's chicks for me.
There'll be more Kettle 1 Vodka for me.
There'll be one less idiot in line at the bank who gets to the window without their fuckin slips filled out.
I won't ever have to go to the store to buy my favourite salt and vinegar chips and have the clerk point at you, and say, "He bought the last bag."
You won't help change the McDonald's sign to 100 billion served.
Won't ever get AIDS.
You won't have to worry about calories ever.
No more "Does this make me look fat?"
There'll be one less polluting human.
You won't ever have to recycle.
One less car on the road.
More ringdings for me.
Fifty or so chickens' lives will be spared.
Your fingers won't ever get red from eating pistachios.
You won't be forced to visit your grandparents on sundays.
No more church.
You'll be saying, "Hey world - kiss my ass!"
No more wet dream about supermodels.
No more Barry Manilow...not for a few years anyway.
Wondering "Am I a loser?" will be a thing of the past.
Say goodbye to crappy xmas presents from aunts and uncles.
You won't have to suffer through a Motley Crüe reunion.
Fuck flossing and brushing.
You'll never lose sleep over a pregnancy scare.
Adios, acne.
Worrying whether you fit in or not won't be on your brain.
See ya later, homework.
You'll never have to sit through another movie brought to you by the creators of South Park.
School's out forever.
No more paying bills.
You won't have to do chores.
You won't be able to run toads over with the lawnmower, though.
You'll also miss McDonald's french fries.
Bugs Bunny.
The amazing electrifying feeling that surges through your body when you kiss someone for the first time.
You won't be able to watch the letterbox Director's Cut of Jaws.
Candy.
Living above ground.
Pudding crust.
You'll miss the rush of getting your first apartment.
Getting to the point in your life where you can tell your parents "Fuck off! I gotta make my own mistakes; you did."
Sex.
You'll miss thinking about it.
Looking for it.
Sex by yourself.
Sex with a partner.
Sex with multiple partners.
No more summer nights that seem to go on forever.
Rollercoasters.
Naming your kid the name you always wanted.
Making a difference in the world.
You'll miss the experience and pleasure of hallucinogenics.
Watching your neighbour's wife change clothes with her blinds open.
A lifetime of masturbating.
Watching your favourite team sweep the series.
Music!
You wil definitely miss music!
Trying to sneak into your house, drunk, three hours after curfew.
You'll miss the blaze and glory of 4th of July fireworks.
The taste of Captain crunch.
If you're a boy, you'll miss the feeling the first time you reach up a girl's shirt.
If you're a girl, the feeling the first time you reach down a boy's pants.
You'll miss your favourite coat.
Waffles with whipped cream and strawberries.
Beating your friends at video games.
You won't be around to see what the shape and colour of the new marshmallow of Lucky Charms will be.
You'll miss the feeling you'll get reminiscing about your first love, 30 years after the fact.
The joy of giving and receiving at Christmas.
Skinny dipping.
Getting stoned, reading Green Eggs and Ham, and eating like a horse.
Flying cars.
Hey, you were born.
Finish what was started.
>^..^
Transcribed myself, as I enjoy the song and want to share with world.
Suicide
by Rob Gaylor
Animals don't have a choice.
If they're not happy with their place in the world, too bad.
They have to live the life they've been given.
Humans, on the other hand, don't have to.
We have a choice.
If you don't like your place in the world, you can get off anythime you want.
Suicide. That's right.
You don't like the way your life's going, you don't like where you are in the world, anything around you, you can check out anytime you'd like.
Animals aren't allowed that thought.
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats owned by assholes who live in high rises diving out of windows.
Zebras, if they even had remotely that thought, would take a look at themselves and go,
"What the fuck?
Black and white in a green and brown world.
Well, this blows.
I'm just gonna jump in the river; I don't have a thumb to work a gun or hold a knife or even open up a jar of pills.
I'm just gonna dive into the next lion's mouth.
Why even bother?"
Now, monkeys have the opposible thumb so they could kinda do it the exact same way we do.
Now, there's a bunch of people that say,
"Oh, it's against the law!"
Well, it's only against the law if you do a crappy job and get caught.
Other people say,
"Oh, we shoud save them."
Yeah, well, you know what?
Not everybody wants to be saved.
Not everybody should be saved.
And who are we to force our will upon them?
I mean, isn't that one of the joys about being human, freedom of choice?
Now, it's not all bad.
Now, I'm not saying,
"Kill yourself."
But if you're gonna be an idiot, and do it anyway, no sweat offa my back.
There's a lotta good that could come from it, along with the bad thrown in.
Some of the things?
A job will open.
An apartment will become available.
There'll be more air for me.
They say there's two girls for every guy. If you're a man, that's chicks for me.
There'll be more Kettle 1 Vodka for me.
There'll be one less idiot in line at the bank who gets to the window without their fuckin slips filled out.
I won't ever have to go to the store to buy my favourite salt and vinegar chips and have the clerk point at you, and say, "He bought the last bag."
You won't help change the McDonald's sign to 100 billion served.
Won't ever get AIDS.
You won't have to worry about calories ever.
No more "Does this make me look fat?"
There'll be one less polluting human.
You won't ever have to recycle.
One less car on the road.
More ringdings for me.
Fifty or so chickens' lives will be spared.
Your fingers won't ever get red from eating pistachios.
You won't be forced to visit your grandparents on sundays.
No more church.
You'll be saying, "Hey world - kiss my ass!"
No more wet dream about supermodels.
No more Barry Manilow...not for a few years anyway.
Wondering "Am I a loser?" will be a thing of the past.
Say goodbye to crappy xmas presents from aunts and uncles.
You won't have to suffer through a Motley Crüe reunion.
Fuck flossing and brushing.
You'll never lose sleep over a pregnancy scare.
Adios, acne.
Worrying whether you fit in or not won't be on your brain.
See ya later, homework.
You'll never have to sit through another movie brought to you by the creators of South Park.
School's out forever.
No more paying bills.
You won't have to do chores.
You won't be able to run toads over with the lawnmower, though.
You'll also miss McDonald's french fries.
Bugs Bunny.
The amazing electrifying feeling that surges through your body when you kiss someone for the first time.
You won't be able to watch the letterbox Director's Cut of Jaws.
Candy.
Living above ground.
Pudding crust.
You'll miss the rush of getting your first apartment.
Getting to the point in your life where you can tell your parents "Fuck off! I gotta make my own mistakes; you did."
Sex.
You'll miss thinking about it.
Looking for it.
Sex by yourself.
Sex with a partner.
Sex with multiple partners.
No more summer nights that seem to go on forever.
Rollercoasters.
Naming your kid the name you always wanted.
Making a difference in the world.
You'll miss the experience and pleasure of hallucinogenics.
Watching your neighbour's wife change clothes with her blinds open.
A lifetime of masturbating.
Watching your favourite team sweep the series.
Music!
You wil definitely miss music!
Trying to sneak into your house, drunk, three hours after curfew.
You'll miss the blaze and glory of 4th of July fireworks.
The taste of Captain crunch.
If you're a boy, you'll miss the feeling the first time you reach up a girl's shirt.
If you're a girl, the feeling the first time you reach down a boy's pants.
You'll miss your favourite coat.
Waffles with whipped cream and strawberries.
Beating your friends at video games.
You won't be around to see what the shape and colour of the new marshmallow of Lucky Charms will be.
You'll miss the feeling you'll get reminiscing about your first love, 30 years after the fact.
The joy of giving and receiving at Christmas.
Skinny dipping.
Getting stoned, reading Green Eggs and Ham, and eating like a horse.
Flying cars.
Hey, you were born.
Finish what was started.
>^..^
