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