Lyrics

Deep dark red on your lips

The asphalt’s waiting for your final kiss

Loose grip on the handlebars

You’re playing chicken with all the cars

She’s a suicide bicyclist

Rusted steel will slit her wrists

Ride around with the wind in your hair

Light dress, not wearing any underwear

Not looking out where you go

In the middle of the road

You’re the star of the show

She’s a suicide bicyclist

Bicycle chain around her neck with a twist

Blindfolded,

Still you got the right away

Why don’t you try your luck on the interstate?

She’s a suicide bicyclist

Rusted steel will slit her wrists

In and out of traffic at rush hour

As the bulldozer crushes the wildflower

Leaving traces of tire tread

Your rights won’t help you

When you are dead

She’s a suicide bicyclist

With a suicide death wish

When they scrape you off of the road

Torn dress with your vulva exposed

It’ll make an erotic scene

Yeah, blood stains in the shape of a beauty queen

She’s a suicide bicyclist

Mixing blood with lubricants