Funky Suicidal Masochist Blues - Lead Sheet, Page 3 of 3: ...and counting up the reasons to jump. Then some thieving junky yelled at me, ''Hey, hold up a minute, punk!'' When he stole my lowly assets, Babe, the dude had screwed up my mood to jump. So now I'm sitting on the sofa, Babe, laughing just to keep from crying. I'm making jokes as sharp as razor blades until the laughter starts dying. Then I aim to cut a vein and watch my life flow down the drain. And if I'm not successful, Babe, at least I'll die trying. At least I'll die trying. At least I'll die trying. At least I'll die.


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