When you hang by a thread
Strange things go through your head
What was in that woodshed?
Will death be gentle?
«Better to live one day like a lion
Than a thousand sheepishly»,
Say dead oriental…
I’m a thrillseeker honey — I can’t help it
I would kill for that feeling now I’ve felt it
I’m a thrillseeker
If you live by the sword
You will reap your reward
Death by faulty rip-cord or loose caribiner
But it’s my absolute right
To kill myself if I like
And now it looks like I might’ve finally succeeded
And I don’t care
When they finally come
I’ll be stuck there like gum
Frying under the sun — eggs over easy
But it’s my triumph of will
Just to stay alive ’til
They’ve spent several million trying to save me
Albeit vainly
I don’t want your money
I’m a thrillseeker honey — I can’t help it
I’d kill for that feeling now I’ve felt it
It’s the cruellest of hands but I’ve been dealt it
I can see it, I can feel it, I hear it
Here it comes…..
