Suicide - Birth Control

Get around to meditate on

Meditate on a crucial point

Death goes on, on and on

Watcha gonna do about it?

Do you wanna look on at industrial smog

How it cripples your little dog

And turn the surface of the deep blue sea

Turn into a black substance?

Sticky and dead, yeah

Holidays at wreckage hills will

Spread abroad like football and

Fresh water-ration-privateer

Will become profession of your son

Tryin' to get the best of it

Fellow that won’t do

Friend make haste before you feel

The knife at your throat

Rusty and cold

Suicide, suicide

Seems to be the fate

What the future has in store

For the human race

Hey, what now, baby

Suicide, suicide

Seems to be the fate

What the future has in store

For the human race

Holidays at wreckage hills will

Spread abroad like football and

Fresh water-ration-privateer

Will become profession of your son

Tryin' to get the best of it

Fellow that won’t do

Friend make haste before you feel

The knife at your throat

Rusty and cold

Suicide, suicide

Seems to be the fate

What the future has in store

For the human race

Hey, what now, baby

Suicide, suicide

Seems to be the fate

What the future has in store

For the human race