I Know a Hundred Ways To Die

I know a hundred ways to die
I've often thought I'd try one
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one

Or throw myself from off a bridge
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea

I know some poison I could drink
I've often thought I'd taste it
But mother bought if for the sink
And drinking it would waste it.