Picture yourself in a strange place walking
Minding the rats in the subway coffin
I don’t know if you’re saying something
I can’t hear what you sell me

You may recall his famous face
You can recall his sudden breath
You come here to take your dying breathing
At least that’s what you told me

Looking around to see the town
Looking around to see the cold town

Slow suicide, sigh
Slow suicide, sigh, sigh

Smoke on buses crowded trains
He might remember why he came
He come here to take his dying breathin
Least that’s what he told me

Looking around to see the man
Looking around to see the young man’s

Slow suicide, sigh
Slow suicide, sigh, sigh
Slow suicide, sigh
Slow suicide, sigh, sigh

Picture yourself in a strange place walking
Minding the rats in the subway coffin