The Suicide Machines

The wind was chill as we sat on the steps,
I could see the vapor form from your breath,
Well, your lips were red and your skin so pale,
But your cash register read no sale, well
The moon was set against deep blue sky
A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light
The stillness of the air and the fading twilight
If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all Buy
We've known each other since the first grade,
When I pushed you down and white-washed your face,
Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah
We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well
There I was standing on that hill when
The other kids came in for the kill,