There's a man walking 'bout with a noose 'round his neck, 
And a girl with a hole in her head.
Both of them living and both of them breathing,
But both of them wish they were dead.
They've both made their plans, they'll do it tonight,
Their letters are written and sealed. 
Nobody's asking, so nobody's saying,
So their secret will not be revealed.
There's a man walking 'bout with a noose 'round his neck,
And a girl with a hole in her head. 
But nobody's asking, so neither is saying
That both of them wish they were dead.