Elliott Smith - Suicide Machine lyrics

Baby got a place in the sun selling people shade Renting out a room in a remote little corner A profits promenade Talking on the phone Waiting for a ring Well, everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine I'll be riding forth on my pony You'll want to see me tonight Dressed in black up at the line of attack By my counterpoint in white Can't look every way Going to move the street Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everything's all right Except for how it seems And everybody wants to turn me into a suicide machine Baby got a place in the sun I had to shade my eyes I don't think I'll ever know anyone besides you But it's no surprise I know what you want I got what you need Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine