Suicide Life Lyrics - John Waite

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