Suicide

The paper called it suicide A bullet from a 45 Nobody cared, nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair and sent For the police Policeman came, took Peter's name God, may he rest in peace No one saw the note beside the body No one knew the problem but my God He was a suicide The body remains unidentified Forgotten in a file Like the letter that was blown aside Don't that make you wanna smile awhile? Smile a little while For that suicide Yeah, baby No one was really satisfied 'Bout number 81 The autopsy proved that Peter lied But they never could find the gun No one saw the note beside the body Nobody knew the problem but my God Suicide The paper called it suicide A bullet from a 45 Nobody cared, nobody cried Don't that make you wanna boogie?