Move and leave. I can't take this talk of suicide anymore. As I watch you slowly slit your throat. For crying out loud get a day job. Surrounded by street walkers and sweet talk from all the latest movie stars. Sing along with the sing along. Dose along with your marry little pick up lines. The earthy lies given by the lady in the blue dress. Little silver spoons dazzling in the moonlight as we lay in smog. Coolness of death aboard the tight little ship called Susie Hue. The lullaby attraction of a thousand god send angels, here to take all the pain away. Rid the world of communist and dictators. Hum and dance the jiggle of good bye. The greetings of a man saying good morrow and good night, swinging in your dreams of rape and horror. Smoke retreating from the barrel or a .45, the happy whisper of a job well done. Moving along to the top of the charts. For number one best executioner on cloud nine. Jump from the Brooklyn bridge, sinking straight to hell. Cease the scream of war as flower power is no more. Pop the question on your knees. Oh no your made the worst mistake. Bite deep and never let go. I'm in this for the long run. Move and leave. I can't take this talk of suicide anymore, as I slowly watch you slit your throat I stare in horror as I'm bleeding from the gash buried deep into my heart.
