Susans House

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 T.v. 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 (repeat)