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¡ºi can’t help it I would 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 caribiner But it’s my absolute right To kill myself if I like And now it looks like I might’ve finally succeeded And I don’t care When they finally come I’ll be stuck there like gum Frying under the sun¡ºeggs over easy But it’s my triumph of will Just to stay alive ’til They’ve spent several million trying to save me Albeit vainly I don’t want your money I’m a thrillseeker honey¡ºi 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.....