As my bones creak and my veins scream   While my spirit breaks I hear you calling me      As my heart aches and my hands shake   While my mind fades from these dark days      In the valley where I come from   everybody watches the blood run   No one will lend you a knife or a gun      But they'll cut your wrists   and hang you by the neck   I like your suicide   You show up in the middle of the night   Blood drippin from your wrists   Pills on your tongue and a gun in your hand   A rope around your neck   I hope god is your friend   I like your suicide