John Waite
John Waite - Suicide Life lyrics
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You say there's nothing wrong With the lessons that your learning The school of the streets You'll kick next year Skateboarding Hollywood and Vine Yeah You're a spaced out face in a crowd You're 17 and shooting The cars slow down to check you out And your tattered freak flag flies For sale, your habit Where to? Let's 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 Hell's 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 Hell's 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 Hell's Angels And poet cops alright Spare change and have a nice day I believe you're here to stay Yeah Have a nice day I believe your here to stay Come home Come home baby I think you're here to stay Time to come home Hippie called John Henry