No sleep, you're counting those falling Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder The wild flower waltzing, The locomotive crawling But on the wheels where the rust don't stain Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide. Johnny-come-lately Black lights suit you baby Too sweet, it's there for the killing Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older A bell's distant ringing, the scorpion stinging Bells making noise, but your mind don't care Words screaming in like you ? there Inside, inside To the back of a train they call suicide Johnny-come-lately You know the black light suits you baby Inside, inside To the back of a train they call suicide Join me, Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide. Johnny-come-lately You know black lights suit you baby