Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

(Sample: Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; death eventually
But you want instant
Suicide's attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you you'll be labeled demented
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to your
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a on the other side
Once you've died you can't back if it isn't
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out before your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing something beautiful to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You can't come
You it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the you feel
not a coward; you're brave
You your head to be decapitated by a train wheel
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Portman in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, Elvis
Found in underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, will solve it
out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer a revolver from a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
"Stay back, don't, don't! This will hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and upwards into his skull)
"No, oh my fucking god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"