Roches - The Death Of Suzzy Roche Lyrics
I work in the laundromatThe one that suzzy rocheDoes hers atI hate her gutsShe thinks I want her autographShes got stinky crusty socksShes got underwear that shocksO what a pig, shes such a pigId like to stick a turd in her mailboxSome people really have a lot of nerveEverywhere they go they think theyShould get servedEverybody in the laundromat is equalSuzzy rocheShe hands me a ten dollar billAsks so sweetly if I willGive her some changeId like to bang her headAgainst a windowsillShe says the machine is brokeThe way she loaded that thing is a jokeBroken machine, another broken machineNow Id really like to cut her throatSome people. . .She decides that shes got to get out of thereOther people waiting but she dont careCycle is through, her cycle is throughI took out her clothes and threw them everywhereBoy was she mad when she got backI said listen honey dont give me no flackPick up your clothes, pick up your clothesAnd when she did I stuck a knife right through her backSome people. . .
