Thrillseeker
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[sur Fin De Siècle]
When you hang by a thread
Strange things go through your head:
What was in that woodshed?
Will death be gentle?
“Better to live one day
Like a lion than a
Thousand sheepishly,” say
Dead oriental.
I’m a thrillseeker, honey, I can’t help it,
I’d kill for that feeling now I’ve felt it.
I’m a thrillseeker.
If you live by the sword
You will reap your reward:
Death by faulty rip-cord
Or loose karabiner.
But it’s my absolute right
To kill myself if I like
And now it looks like I might
Have finally succeeded
And I don’t care.
Thrillseeker. Thrillseeker. Thrillseeker.
When they finally come
I’ll be stuck there like gum
Frying under the sun
Eggs over-easy
But it’s my triumph of will
Just to stay alive till
They’ve spent several millions
Trying to save me,
Albeit vainly.
I don’t want their money.
I’m a thrillseeker, honey, I can’t help it,
I’d kill for that feeling now I’ve felt it.
It’s the cruellest of hands but I’ve been dealt it.
I can see it, I can feel it, I hear it, here it comes!
Here it comes now!
Here it comes!