This is a song about
Don't you know what you're doing?
You got a death wish
Who said that?
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde was the colour of her hair
Like a cheap distraction from a new affair
She knew it would finish before it began
Well, babe, I think you lost the plan
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
She stripped to the beat
But her clothes stay on
White light everywhere
But you can't see a thing
Such a squeeze
A mad, sad moment
Glory to you
Glory to you
Take me there
You take me there
Ooh, hit 'em
I got some revelation
Put into your hand
Save you from your misery
Like rain across the land
Don't you see
The colour of deception
Turning your world a-around again
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
You want to make her
You want to make her
You want to make her, suicide blonde
You want to make
Yeah, well, that's the story
Everything you wanna be
Everything you are, are, are
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
You want to make her, suicide blonde
Love devastation, suicide blonde
Love devastation, hey
You want to make her
You want to make her
You want to make her
You want to make
This is what you need
Hey
Glad you all came tonight
Hello, London
Is that what you say? You say, "Hello, England"
Looks like England's out there, fucking hell
Woo
Let's go
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