Well you always were one of life’s sensitive souls The needle on you soon got a hold Your life became a shallow sham You didn’t turn into strawberry jam You jumped out the window you’d had enough Life became just a little too rough But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan you didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam Pushed up your spine entered your brain your friends said you’re not quite the same But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan you didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam You’re still on the drugs and you’re still on the score You’re stupid when you’re off them and on them you’re a bore But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan you didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam Lost your memory now people think you’re thick you’re limping around on your walking stick But your suicide didn’t quite go to plan you didn’t quite turn into strawberry jam