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Harry had a good job working' for the Secret Service He had a wife and kids at home who made him awful nervous He'd never done a d**n thing you could call experimental And he had this aching feeling that his life was accidental So one day he burned his pinstripe suit and his leather shoulder holster He snapped a Polaroid and made a giant wanted poster He took it to a print shop and ordered up a thousand flyers And walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier And the tag on his toe read：Death by misadventure Ain't that some way to go
Death by misadventure Well
Harry's wife Estella took this matter rather lightly She could have cried and cried but then her looks might come unsightly She thought about her wardrobe and how much it was outdated And how this trumped up family thing was vastly overrated Her kids both turned against her and they took to d**gs and stealing Some junkie killed 'em both for two dime bags they were dealing And sitting home alone disgusted by it all She blew the sole survivor off with ninety Nembutals And the tag on her toe read：Death by misadventure Ain't that some way to go
Death by misadventure So be careful how you choose your path and who you pick to go with Some folks they take to living fast while some prefer a slow death Some folks get confused and never quite know how they're going When you're laid out on that slab we're all the worse for knowing That the tag on your toe reads：Death by misadventure What a silly way to go
Death by misadventure