Put On His Coat

 

Every day he wakes up

Lights up a cigarette

As if at breakfast with his coffee

Turns on the tube

Reads the news

Looks like another day in hell

 

Unemployed, donít wanna work

Says it only brings him down

A lonely life

And over the hill

Every day seems like a year

 

He donít like to live

So he wonít anymore

He donít like to laugh

So he wonít anymore

 

So one day he wakes up

Lying in bed

Counts the tiles on the ceiling

Todayís the day

He convinced himself

The day that Iíll end all my pain

 

So he put on his coat

Hiding the pistol

Took a walk down to the river

Under the bridge

Too late for meditation

Put a bullet in his head

 

He donít like to live

So he wonít anymore

He donít like to laugh

So he wonít anymore

 

No no no no

 

And I donít understand

What made my friend take his own life

And Iím sorry about the hell

That you put yourself through

 

To change the world