Suicide Machine

Baby got a place in the sun

Selling people shade

Renting out a room in a remote little corner

Of profits promenade

Talking on the phone

Waiting for a ring

Well, everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine

I’ll be riding forth on my pony

If you wanna see me tonight

Dressed in black, up at the line of attack

By my counterpart in white

Can’t look every way

Gonna move the street

Everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine

Everything’s all right

'Cept for how it seems

And everybody wants to turn me into a suicide machine

Baby got a place in the sun

I had to shade my eyes

I don’t think I’ll ever know anyone besides you

But it’s no surprise

I know what you want

And I got what you need

But everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine

Everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine

Everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine