Just a pill and a dream

Died yesterday

Put a gun in his mouth and blew his way out

Just a pill and a dream

It's a suicide machine

She danced all night to the storm in her mind

She waits in the gutter

Someone she'll never find

Just a sill and a scheme

It's a suicide machine



She cried about the world

She slit her throat to fight it

Someone had told her she'd had it

Just a sill and a scheme

It's a suicide machine

Bobby had lost his secret identity

He saw his masculinity in a glass of Bordeaux

Just watch the show

It's a sparkler to his child eyes

It's a suicide machine



You find his wish

Get yourself some ammunition

Click!

It's a suicide machine