I'm too lazy to even use my own domain.

Baby got a place in the sun, selling people shade.
Renting out a room in a remote little corner, a prophet's 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 want to see me tonight.
Dressed in black up at the line of attack by my counterpart in white.
Can't look every way, gonna move the street.
Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine.

Everything's all right, 'cept 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, and I got what you need.
But 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.