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• Artiste: Highly Suspect
• Titre: Suicide Machine
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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 hop on the back bitch, and keep your chin tucked Yeah, I'm a suicide machine The rocker, the roller The out of controller The nighttime rider Somebody hold my coat I'm gonna 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 rocker, the roller The out of controller The nighttime rider Yeah, and there's nothing left between my ears I have no fears Just lots of fucked up dreams Of haunting memories There's nothing left for me I tried so hard to believe in love Hahaha There's nothing left for me Beyond these broken dreams And haunting memories And gasoline Yeah, gasoline!