Just call me
Su-su-su-suicide
I'm the needle that's in your arm
I'm the hole in your mind

The Great American Desert's on fire
We pour whiskey on it but it only burns brighter

And lord, I can still taste the flames
I can hear the crack of their whips
And the rattling of your chains

Just call me
Su-su-su-suicide
I'm the needle that's in your heart
I'm the hole in your mind

And lord, I can still taste the flames
I can hear the crack of their whips and the rattlin' of your chains
And the jester's there with a bullet in his head crawlin'
On his hands and knees
So the king may smile his toothless smile
And the knights believe that they're free
And lord, I can still taste the flames
(su-su-su-suicide)
I can hear the crack of their whips and the rattlin' of your chains
(su-su-su-suicide)