Vārdi: John Waite. Suicide Life.

You say there's nothin' wrong
With the lessons that you're learnin'
The school of the streets
You'll kick next year
Skateboardin' Hollywood and Vine
Yeah

You're a spaced out face in a crowd
You're 17 and shootin'
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 sleepin'
Out there just beneath the freeway
On a broken bottle carpet
Snorin' 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
Noddin' 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 you're here to stay
Come home
Come home baby
I think, you're here to stay
Time to come home
Hippie called John Henry