Alex Thuronyi

Suicide Machine

Don’t take the rest of us down

In your suicide machine

You’re locked in your cockpit

You’re locked and you’re loaded

A certified loser

You’ve got nothing to live for

Mr. Toad’s wild ride

Straight to suicide

Don’t take the rest of us down

In your suicide machine

Your oil rigs are pumping

Your coal ash you’re dumping

Your oil rigs are burning

For death you are yearning

But don’t take the rest of us down

In your suicide machine

You’re rigging the system

Like an oil rig’s piston

You’re keeping your billions

From the starving millions

Turning the planet

Into your own personal crypt

Billions of souls

Trying to escape from your grip

You act like an ass

When we ask you to mask up

And then you even ask us

To take our own masks off

But some of us still strive

Just to stay alive, so

Don’t take the rest of us down

In your suicide machine

Don’t take the rest of us down

In your suicide machine