John Waite - Suicide Life Lyrics
You say theres nothing wrongWith the lessons that your learningThe school of the streetsYoull kick next yearSkateboarding hollywood and vineYeahYoure a spaced out face in a crowdYoure 17 and shootingThe cars slow down to check you outAnd your tattered freak flag fliesFor sale, your habitWhere to? lets go!I knowOut on the internet tonightDeals madeBetween the strangersIn green lightsNo namesNo touch no feel humanityYou and your suicide lifeIn a cardboard mansion sleepingOut there just beneath the freewayOn a broken bottle carpetSnoring nowThe lord of the universeYeahA hippie called john henryA burnt out acid tripperYeah yeah yeahA symbol and a brush strokeAnd a barstool for a throneEncino, jerusalemAngel, dust and blowI knowOut on the interstate tonightHells angelsAnd poet cops alright alrightNew namesAnd tie dyed blissed out humanityYou and your suicide lifeSuicide lifeYeah babyHave a nice dayAt the heart of all this darknessYou got a crush on venus big timeNodding out into a wet dreamThe strangers take youThey take youThe slave trade sister rapes youI knowOut on the interstate tonightHells angelsAnd poet cops alright alrightNew namesAnd tie dyed blissed out humanityOh noYou live in real timeKings the knifeYou and your suicide lifeSuicide lifeHells angelsAnd poet cops alrightSpare change and have a nice dayI believe youre here to stayYeahHave a nice dayI believe your here to stayCome homeCome home babyI think youre here to stayTime to come homeHippie called john henry
