Her lips taste like madness
Her beauty is her sadness
Sugar sweet as she dances
Candy for the soul
Her skin is electric
Ink stained and poetic
Her eyes say forget it
Her ass says so much more
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Maybe she's part of the band
Swallows bullets just to fire up the holes
Eat me out the palm of your hand
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Voodoo pop punk radio
She's a pin up everywhere she goes
Maybe it's part of the show
Her lumps are not plastic
Her flaws are fantastic
Bittersweet as she dances
Candy for the soul
Her skin is electric
Ink stained and poetic
Her eyes won't forget it
They're asking so much more
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Maybe she's part of the band
Swallows bullets just to fire up the holes
Eat me out the palm of your hand
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Voodoo pop punk radio
She's a pin up everywhere she goes
Maybe she's lost
Alone in her masquerade
Somewhere to hide
Pain just for pleasure's sake
To know that you're alive
But you're sad, dreams you had
Take your hand, I'll follow
Ashes, ashes, pocket full of matches
All fall down
Hide your scratches
Superficial lashes
Social suicide
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Maybe she's part of the band
Swallows bullets just to fire up the holes
Eat me out the palm of your hand
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Voodoo pop punk radio
She's a pin up everywhere she goes
Maybe it's part of the show
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Maybe she's part of the band
Swallows bullets just to fire up the holes
Eat me out the palm of your hand
I'm in love with a suicide girl
Voodoo pop punk radio
She's a pin up everywhere she goes
Maybe it's part of the show