Paddy and the Rats "Wicked Suicide" letra

Wicked Suicide

Cigarette's smoking to the red lightFlowers are dying in the arms of blightWhen I take my final positionKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Sometimes they call me super heroSometimes I’m less than the zeroNever fear, gotta face the hangmanKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Lemonade like bricks in the barricadeLiquid flesh drops on the razor bladeBitter pills turn to sweet on toungeKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

When I tear up the silhouette of angelsIn my heart I feel like I’m a strangerSomeone take my last breath awayKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

Could I write the diary of a madmanSometimes I feel like I’m pregnantWith full of hate, hide behind the masqueradeKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Feel all alone, I’m hangin’ on a satelliteI just make some alien sacrificeIt's more than a suburban sci-fiKiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

A big cleft side - one step to fallDrain your fucking blood for the rock n rollOne for fun, two for the showMake some breaking news in the radio

Wicked suicide of my soul

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