As my bones creak and my veins scream While my spirit breaks I hear you calling me As my heart aches and my hands shake While my mind fades from these dark days In the valley where I come from everybody watches the blood run No one will lend you a knife or a gun But they’ll cut your wrists and hang you by the neck I like your suicide You show up in the middle of the night Blood drippin from your wrists Pills on your tongue and a gun in your hand A rope around your neck I hope god is your friend I like your suicide