it's archetypal to grab the rifle
and put it up to my head
it's suicidal to end survival
maybe baby i'll be dead
or are these just words i said

it's six in the evening and i'm already trashed
the bottle's half empty and the bowl is cashed
tomorrow seems lonely even more than the past
that's what i tell myself as i pour me some jack

there's that knock at the door i wonder who it could be
is the specter that's been haunting me?
so i look through the peephole and sure enough i see
the beast that's come to kill me
but is it the beast i want to see

suicide's knockin' but i ain't gonna answer
i ain't gonna answer tonight
suicide's knockin' but is it the answer
should i just take my life

starin' at a picture of her and me
that she gave to me for my birthday
now it's a picture of how i'm lonely
a picture that words can't say

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

no that can't be right
no that can't be right
i said no that can't be right
no that can't be right
i said no, no it can't be right
suicide's knockin' but i'm still talkin'
suicide's knockin' but i'm still rockin'
no it can't take my life
said no, no it can't take my life
no, no that wouldn't be right