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