Lyrics:

The paper called it suicideA bullet from a forty-fiveNobody cared and nobody criedDon't that make you feel sad?Peter Brent combed his hairAnd sent for the policePoliceman came, took Peter's nameGod, may he rest in peaceNo one saw the note beside the bodyNo one knew the problemsBut my GodSuicideThe body remains unidentifiedForgotten in a fileLike the letter that was blown asideDon't that make you want to smile?No one was really satisfiedAbout number eighty-oneThe autopsy proved that Peter liedBut they never could find the gunNo one saw the note beside the bodyNo one knew the problemsBut my GodSuicide