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