Highly Suspect - 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