you keep killing yourself
for somebody else
you keep cutting your wrists
just to show your sisters
you keep getting burned
just to show them your blisters
you keep falling out of bed
and filling your head
with mrs. and mr’s
hear me brothers and sisters
so you’re hitting the wine
with all your might
it won’t help you walk the line
again tonight
mogodon madonna
it hurts a little bit
you want to lose your honour
but you can’t get rid of it suicide sister
looking for a man
using lies and blackmail
they just don’t understand
go on take a chance
it’d be so romantic, wouldn’t it?
as you’re cutting up your hands
because you feel a little man-sick
have another hit
then have a cigarette
it’s going to make you feel calmer
‘cause you know you’ve got to face
another night in your armour
another night in your armour
but you’re cutting it fine
you’re turning white
you’ve had 9 lives
but the lights are going out tonight
well mogodon Madonna
it hurts a little bit
you want to lose your honour
but you can’t get rid of it suicide sister
looking for a man
using lies and blackmail
but he’s slipping through your hands
mogodon madonna
suicide sister
mogodon madonna
she’s my suicide sister
no-one even missed her
no-one even kissed her
mandrax, serapax, seconol, what the hell!