Going over to Susan's house
Walking south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her
house burnt
down two years ago
People say that back then she really wasn't that crazy
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Down by the Donut Prince a 15 year old boy lies on the sidewalk with a
bullet in
his forehead, in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all
his
clothes for th
e whole world to see while they put him in the bag
Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee the sick fluorescent
light
shimmering on their skin
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
She's going to make it right
Take a left down at Copark
A kid asks do I like some crack
TV sets are spewing Baywatch
Through the windows into back
Here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't be more than 17
She sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink
carraige
And I'm thinking that must be her sister
That must be her sister, right?
They go into the 711 and I keep walking
And I keep walking
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Going over to Susan's house
Walking south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her
house burnt
down two years ago
People say that back then she really wasn't that crazy
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Down by the Donut Prince a 15 year old boy lies on the sidewalk with a
bullet in
his forehead, in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all
his
clothes for th
e whole world to see while they put him in the bag
Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee the sick fluorescent
light
shimmering on their skin
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
She's going to make it right
Take a left down at Copark
A kid asks do I like some crack
TV sets are spewing Baywatch
Through the windows into back
Here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't be more than 17
She sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink
carraige
And I'm thinking that must be her sister
That must be her sister, right?
They go into the 711 and I keep walking
And I keep walking
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Going over to Susan's house