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
She's gonna make it right
Down by the donut prince a fifteen 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 the whole world to see
while they put him in the bag. Meanwhile and 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
I can't be alone tonight
Take a left down echo park
A kid asks do I want some crack
TV sets are spewing baywatch
Through the windows into black
Here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't
be more than seventeen. She sucks on a red popsicle
while she pushes a baby girl 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
walking.
Going over to susan's house