Wicked Suicide

Cigarette’s smoking to the red light

Flowers are dying in the arms of blight

When I take my final position

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Sometimes they call me super hero

Sometimes I’m less than the zero

Never fear, gotta face the hangman

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Lemonade like bricks in the barricade

Liquid flesh drops on the razor blade

Bitter pills turn to sweet on tounge

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

When I tear up the silhouette of angels

In my heart I feel like I’m a stranger

Someone take my last breath away

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

Could I write the diary of a madman

Sometimes I feel like I’m pregnant

With full of hate, hide behind the masquerade

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Feel all alone, I’m hangin’ on a satellite

I just make some alien sacrifice

It’s more than a suburban sci-fi

Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

A big cleft side – one step to fall

Drain your fucking blood for the rock n roll

One for fun, two for the show

Make some breaking news in the radio

Wicked suicide of my soul