Lyrics:

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?