Suicide Hotline, Part 1

Dare I think about it?
They're leaving me all alone
How low? How mean
I think I'm getting the taste for it

I need you on the telephone
I'd kill for it
I'm ready for it

Raving on about it
They really left me all alone
How low? How mean
So easy when you think about it
I'll never hang up - it is on

What in heaven's name did they do to you?
No one lasts forever yes it's true
I'd kill for it
I'm ready for it

Halls of inquisition
Kill it, reposition (sic)
All along the ledges
People standing, waiting to get shoved