Suicide Life — текст песни (John Waite)

You say theres nothing wrong

With the lessons that your learning

The school of the streets

Youll kick next year

Skateboarding hollywood and vine

Yeah

Youre a spaced out face in a crowd

Youre 17 and shooting

The cars slow down to check you out

And your tattered freak flag flies

For sale, your habit

Where to? lets go!

I know

Out on the internet tonight

Deals made

Between the strangers

In green lights

No names

No touch no feel humanity

You and your suicide life

In a cardboard mansion sleeping

Out there just beneath the freeway

On a broken bottle carpet

Snoring now

The lord of the universe

Yeah

A hippie called john henry

A burnt out acid tripper

Yeah yeah yeah

A symbol and a brush stroke

And a barstool for a throne

Encino, jerusalem

Angel, dust and blow

I know

Out on the interstate tonight

Hells angels

And poet cops alright alright

New names

And tie dyed blissed out humanity

You and your suicide life

Suicide life

Yeah baby

Have a nice day

At the heart of all this darkness

You got a crush on venus big time

Nodding out into a wet dream

The strangers take you

They take you

The slave trade sister rapes you

I know

Out on the interstate tonight

Hells angels

And poet cops alright alright

New names

And tie dyed blissed out humanity

Oh no

You live in real time

Kings the knife

You and your suicide life

Suicide life

Hells angels

And poet cops alright

Spare change and have a nice day

I believe youre here to stay

Yeah

Have a nice day

I believe your here to stay

Come home

Come home baby

I think youre here to stay

Time to come home

Hippie called john henry