Goin’ over to Susan’s house
Walking south down Baxter street
Nothin’ hidin’ behind this picket fence
There’s a crazy old woman smashing bottles
On the sidewalk where here house burnt down two years ago
People say that back then she really wasn’t that crazy

Goin’ over to Susan’s house
Goin’ over to Susan’s house
I can’t be alone tonight

Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen 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 flourescent light shimmering on their skin

Goin’ over to Susan’s house
Goin’ over to Susan’s house
She’s gonna make it right

Take a left down Echo Park
A kid asked “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
While 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

Goin’ over to Susan’s house
Goin’ over to Susan’s house
I can’t be alone tonight
Goin’ over to Susan’s house