The Art of Suicide Lyrics

The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair Curls flying every which-way The fate too pure to hide, ridges of size Meant to conceal lover's lies
Under the arches of moonlight and sky Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why, why live a life That's painted with pity and sadness and strife? Why dream a dream That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering Just for a poem or another sad song to sing? Why live a lie? Why live a lie?
The art of suicide, gritty and clean Conveys a theatrical scene Alas, I've gone she cried, veins displayed Melodramatically laid
Under the arches of moonlight and sky Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why, why live a life That's painted with pity and sadness and strife? Why dream a dream That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering Just for a poem or another sad song to sing? Why live a lie? Why live a lie?
Why live a life That's painted with pity and sadness and strife? Why dream a dream That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering Just for a poem or another sad song to sing? Why live a lie? Why live a lie? Why live a lie? Why live a lie?
Life is not like a gloomy Sunday With a second ending where the people are disturbed Well, they should be disturbed Because there's a story that ought to be heard
Life is not like a gloomy Sunday With a second ending where the people are disturbed Well, they should be disturbed Because there's a lesson that really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets, we don't need any more The world is full of singers, we don't need any more The world is full of lovers, we don't need any more