Park the car at the side of the road
You should know, time's tide will smother you
And I will, too,
When you laugh about other people who feel so very lonely
Their only desire is to die

Well I'm afraid
It doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isn't funny anymore

It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
More than you'll ever know

It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my face after all

I've seen this happen in other people's lives
And now it's happening in mine

Morrissey & Johnny Marr
The Smiths, "Meat is Murder" 1985