No Sale

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,

Then something hit my head, I was rendered unconscious

If I died on that hill, to you, it really wouldn't matter



Some people say that I just don't get it, in fact you said it yourself

I've heard some say that I can't take a hint

And others say that I should seek help, yeah well



You left a trail of footprints in the sand as

You started running as fast as you can, well

I'll never know why I make you wanna vomit or

When I call you up you tell me to stop it, 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

If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all...matter at all