Suicide Machine

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, how about a bad bitch, you keep your chin tucked?

Yeah, I'm a suicide machine
The rock-and-the-roller
The out-of-controller
The night-time rider

Can somebody hold my coat?
I'm gonna to 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 rock-of-the-roller
The out-of-controller
The night-time rider

Yeah, there's nothing left between my ears
I have no fears
Just lots of fucked up dreams
Of haunted memories
There's nothing left for me
I tried so hard to believe
In love, hahahaha!

There's nothing left for me
Beyond these broken dreams
And haunted memories
And gasoline
Yeah, gasoline



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Stevens, Mark Schwartz, Ryan Meyer, Richard Charles Jr Meyer, Matt Kofos
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