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It’s absurd how Elliott’s family chose to exclude this amazing song from Basement. Despite the title, this song is not really about suicide. What does a suicide machine do? It kills other people. It doesn’t kill itself.
Practically everybody that knew Elliott in person has said that he wasn’t a sad...
Baby got a place in the sun
Selling people shade
Renting out a room in a remote little corner
Of profits 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
If you wanna 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