Going over to Susan’s House, wandering south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There’s a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her house burned down two years ago
People say that back then, she really wasn’t that crazy
Going over to Susan’s House
Going over to Susan’s House, I can’t be alone tonight
Down by the Doughnut Prince, a 15-year-old boy lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead
In a final act of indignity, the paramedics take off all his clothes for the whole world to see while they put him in the bag
Meanwhile, an old couple argues inside the ‘Queen Bee’, the sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin
Going over to Susan’s House
Going over to Susan’s House, she’s gonna make it right
Take a left down Echo Park
A kid asks do I want some crack
TV sets are spewing Baywatch
Through the windows into black
Here comes a girl with long brown hair, who can’t be more than seventeen
She sucks on a red popsicle as she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage
And I’m thinking, ‘That must be her sister. That must be her sister, right?’
They go into the seven-eleven and I keep walking, and I keep walking
Going over to Susan’s House
Going over to Susan’s House, I can’t be alone tonight
Going over to Susan’s House