Well you always were one of life’s sensitive souls
The needle on you soon got a hold
Your life became a shallow sham
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
You jumped out the window you’d had enough
You just found it all a little too rough
But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
In a wheelchair now you are bound
Your spine shattered when you hit the ground
But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
Pushed up your neck entered your brain
Your friends said you’re not quite the same
But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
You’re still on the drugs and you’re still on the score
You’re desperate when you’re off them and on them you’re a bore
But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
Lost your memory now people think you’re thick
You’re limping around on your walking stick
But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan
You didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam
