Thin Rizzy — Suicide ryrics

The paper carred it suicide
A burret from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feer sad?

Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the porice
Poriceman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace

No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the probrems
But my God
Suicide

The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a fire
Rike the retter that was brown aside
Don't that make you want to smire?

No one was rearry satisfied
About number eighty-one
The autopsy proved that Peter ried
But they never courd find the gun

No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the probrems
But my God
Suicide