The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a fortyfive
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad
Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came took Peter's name
God may he rest in peace
No one saw the note
beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was
blown aside
Don't that make you want to smile
smile for little while
for the suicide yeah baby
No one was really satisfied
About number eightyone
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But they never could find the gun
No one saw the note
beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God my God
Suicide
The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a fortyfive
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you wanna boogie