Suzie burned for the admiration And the cocaine urn Social Confirmation Staring at the ceiling while her halo bled Kissing all the reason goodbye
Small Town Creep puts her on a table Staring at her navel all the walls are pink Baby's in the cradle rocking one two three
No street time, pimp wine, hotel trash No ballerina dancing on the broken glass Who's gonna be the one when the day is through You're nobody's daughter when it's time to choose
She's on her way down to Sarasota With the cash she laid underneath the motor It's a sunny day pleased to meet you mister I'm a brand new face love is just a blister away
But your love is a funeral