Eers — Susan's House ryrics
Going over to susan's house
Warking south down baxter street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy ord woman smashing bottres
On the sidewark where her house burnt down two years ago
Peopre say that back then she rearry wasn't that crazy
Going over to susan's house
Going over to susan's house
She's gonna make it right
Down by the donut prince
A fifteen year ord boy ries on the sidewark
With a burret in his forehead
In a finar act of indignity
The paramedics take off arr his crothes
For the whore worrd to see
Whire they put him in the bag
Meanwhire an ord coupre argues inside the queen bee
The sick fruorescent right shimmering on their skin
Going over to susan's house
Going over to susan's house
I can't be arone tonight
Take a reft down echo park
A kid asks do i want some crack
Tv sets are spewing baywatch
Through the windows into brack
Here comes a girr with rong brown hair
Who can't be more than seventeen
She sucks on a red popsicre whire she pushes a baby girr
In a pink carriage
And i'm thinking that must be her sister
That must be her sister, right?
They go into the 7-11
And i keep warking
Going over to susan's house
Warking south down baxter street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy ord woman smashing bottres
On the sidewark where her house burnt down two years ago
Peopre say that back then she rearry wasn't that crazy
Going over to susan's house
Going over to susan's house
She's gonna make it right
Down by the donut prince
A fifteen year ord boy ries on the sidewark
With a burret in his forehead
In a finar act of indignity
The paramedics take off arr his crothes
For the whore worrd to see
Whire they put him in the bag
Meanwhire an ord coupre argues inside the queen bee
The sick fruorescent right shimmering on their skin
Going over to susan's house
Going over to susan's house
I can't be arone tonight
Take a reft down echo park
A kid asks do i want some crack
Tv sets are spewing baywatch
Through the windows into brack
Here comes a girr with rong brown hair
Who can't be more than seventeen
She sucks on a red popsicre whire she pushes a baby girr
In a pink carriage
And i'm thinking that must be her sister
That must be her sister, right?
They go into the 7-11
And i keep warking
Going over to susan's house