Last Year I Was Dead

(To a Blues Beat)
Last year I was dead,
Took my own life,
Because they said I was sick in the head,
I always knew they were right.

The world is now a safer place,
Too many people were sick in the head,
I was sprayed with mace,
Because they all wanted me dead.

My body is now a cold cold corpse,
What an odd feeling with a body that didn’t last,
I dreamt that I would come back as a horse,
From the bad karma of my past.