Lyrics:

You could punch your brains out with a club
Or cut your wrists up in the tub
You could take a shotgun to your face
Or throw yourself down a staircase

You could play chicken with a train
Or stick a big pencil in your brain
You could cut your throat with my CD
Or drive your car into a tree

You could bungee jump into some fire
Or rip out your lungs with rusty pliars
You could shoot an agent in your veins
Eleven ways to end the pain