As I lay me down to sleep
I pray someone in my house will sneak
Up to my bed, pillow over my face
Perhaps with a gun make my room a discrase
My blood on the bed her tears on the floor
While my wife gets away and crys for me no more
Her life would be better with me in the ground
I wish to run away and never be found
My life is so hard, no I’m not the only one
Stupid Canada can’t get a gun
A hose to the window as I take a long nap
The engine runs hot I’m sick of this crap
Why death leavs me to struggle I’ll never know
A noose round my neck, a tough way to go
I need an easy out a gang shooting will do
Insurance policy won’t come un glued
It wasn’t my fault not suicide
No longer who I am I must hide