baby got a place in the sun selling people shade
renting out a room in a remote little corner of profit's promenade
talking on the phone
waiting for a ring
well everybody's tryin 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 tryin to turn me into a suicide machine
everything's al-right
except for how it seems
but 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
everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine
everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine
everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine