Mine was a Wednesday death One afternoon at approximately 3.15
I gave up and died, and nobody cried Mine was a bloodless death, not grim, not
gory More like Allie McGraw's new enzyme detergent
Demise in love's story Neat and tidy, unlike Christ's on Friday
Friends were fooled by the fact I still breathed, and I spoke, and I smiled,
and I lied In my handy-dandy imitation life-disguise kit
I sent away for it Styrofoam face fits so neatly in place
With the pre-recorded voice of your choice And it almost sounds real
It's a guarantee deal You don't feel a thing, and you can teach
it to sing And all your friends are deceived, and nobody
grieves Mine was a Wednesday death
One afternoon at approximately 3.15 I was quietly laid to rest, and nobody guessed
A handy-disposable heart Marks time in a plastic breast
And so it goes, and nobody knows I am non-biodegradable
I am non-biodegradable