Suicide Machine

Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch
 In your little green car
 Around and around we got nowhere to go
 But then nothings too far
 I make an exception 'cause I know who you are
 But in a little while ain't nothing gonna make
 This ugly face sit down and shut the fuck up...
 I'm tired of the suicide machines
 (let's just say it won't be taking too long)
 Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch
 And I know I do too
 You sell it so well and that thing you don't miss?
 Guess it doesn't miss you
 I'm tired of the suicide machines
 Quitting time so I waited for the course to bring my goodnight
 I had the necessary fear and it was alright
 I would not do a thing to save my own life
 Love has a homicidal feel with every goodbye
 And it's the perfect way to get on someone's good side
 It may be the only thing you finish in your whole life
 Which is exactly what you need to make you feel right