Birth Control
Birth Control - Suicide lyrics
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SUICIDE Frenzel-Frenzel Get around to meditate on Meditate on a crucial point Death goes on, on and on Watch a 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! 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