| Bill Hicks: extract from ‘kill yourself’ gig

Recorded live at the Dominion Theatre, London, 1992.

By the way, if anyone here’s in advertising or marketing... kill yourself. [audience approval] Thank you. Just a little thought... Kill yourself. Seriously though, if you are [in advertising/marketing], do [kill yourself — laughter] ... There's no rationalisation for what you do and you’re Satan's little helpers, OK? Kill yourself, seriously. You’re the ruiner of all things good, seriously... No, this is not a joke. You're going: “there's gonna to be a joke coming”. There's no fucking joke coming. You are Satan’s spawn filling the world with bile and garbage. You are fucked and you are fucking us. Kill yourself. It's the only way to save your soul. Kill yourself. [applause, laughter] ... I know all the marketing people are going, “he's doing a joke”... There’s no joke here whatsoever. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself, borrow a gun from a Yank friend. I don't care how you do it. Rid the world of your evil fucking machinations.

I know what all the marketing people are thinking right now too, "Oh, you know what Bill's doing, he's going for that anti-marketing dollar. That's a good market, he's very smart." [laughter] Oh man, I’m not doing that, you fucking evil scumbags. "Ooh, you know what Bill's doing now, he's going for the righteous indignation dollar. That's a big dollar. A lot of people are feeling that indignation. We've done research. Huge market. He's doing a good thing." Goddammit, I'm not doing that, you scumbags. Quit putting a goddamm dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet! "Ooh, the anger dollar. Huge. Huge in times of recession. Giant market. Bill's very bright to do that." God, I'm just caught in a fucking web. "Ooh, the trapped dollar, big dollar, huge dollar. Good market. Look at our research. We see that many people feel trapped. If we play to that and then separate them into the trapped dollar..." God, how do you live like that? I bet you sleep like fucking babies at night, don't you? "What did you do tonight honey?" "Oh, we made ah, we made ah, arsenic ah, childhood food now, goodnight." [lies down and snores] "Yeah, we just said you know is your baby really too loud? You know?" [snores] "Yeah, it'll... you know the mums will love it." [snores] [stands up] Sleep like fucking children, don't you? This is your world isn't it?