Suicide Machine
Highly Suspect
Gasoline
A big death machine
Well, this whole damn scene can go and get fucked
Do you know what I mean?
I'm fuckin' Steve McQueen
So hop on the back bitch, and keep your chin tucked
Yeah, I'm a suicide machine
The rocker, the roller
The out of controller
The nighttime rider
Somebody hold my coat
I'm gonna rip some Coke
And if I'm lucky, it might just wake me up
'Cause I'm wide asleep
Tanning under the Moon
Next to a can of Modelo filled with cigarette butts
Yeah, I'm a suicide machine
The rocker, the roller
The out of controller
The nighttime rider
Yeah, and there's nothing left between my ears
I have no fears
Just lots of fucked up dreams
Of haunting memories
There's nothing left for me
I tried so hard to believe in love
Hahaha
There's nothing left for me
Beyond these broken dreams
And haunting memories
And gasoline
Yeah, gasoline!
