I know a hundred ways to die
I've often thought I'd try one
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one
Or throw myself from off a bridge
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea
I know some poison I could drink
I've often thought I'd taste it
But mother bought if for the sink
And drinking it would waste it.
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