Beautiful People

Come and hear the funeral marching Maybe this is your suicide Maybe this is more pure Pure than simple Maybe this is all I have for home Why have all beautiful people Brushed you on down? And brushed you on down? I saw the shame inside your addiction, Waitin' to see what was pa*sed on by. I saw the shame and wondered why I should live, and die. Leave a note and tell me, Leave a note and tell me why.