My fabulous machine to suck so close your eyes ill cut you inside
 And tell me did i hurt you hurt you your machine will die
 And tell me what ive wasted tell me
 Gasoline is in my head
 Im turning on
 And tell me if it kills you quietly the world is waiting
 Bringing on its own arrival something tries to burn you inside
 And tell me what ive taken taken my machine has died
 And tell me what ive wasted tell me
 And gasoline is in my head
 Im turning on
 These hands have broken
 Hard pressed on everyone
 My words cant open you alone you alone
 Gasoline is in my head
 Im turning on
 Im turning home