Susan's House

Going over to Susan's House, wandering south down Baxter Street. Nothing

Hiding behind this picket fence.　There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles

on the sidewalk where her house burned 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 Doughnut 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 the whole world to see while they put him

in the bag.

Meanwhile, an old couple argues inside the 'Queen Bee', the sick fluor-

escent light shimmering on their skin.

Going over to Susan's House.

Going over to Susan's House, she's gonna make it right.

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 popsickle as 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 seven-eleven 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.