Sukie In The Graveyard
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard
She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard
When she finished hanging out she was all alone
She decided that she better check in at home
There was an awful row between her mum and dad
They said she hadn’t done this, she hadn’t done that
If she wanted to remain inside the family home
She’d have to tow the line, she’d have to give it a go
It didn’t suit Sukie
So she took her things and left
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout at the art school
She didn’t enrol, but she wiped the floor with all the arseholes
She took a bijou flat with the fraternity cat
She hid inside the attic of the sculpture building
She had a slut slave and his name was Dave
She said ‘Be my photo bitch and I’ll make you rich’
He didn’t believe her but the boy revered her
He got her meals and he got her a bed
He watched behind the screen and she started to undress
He never got far
Just lookin’ and playing guitar
Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers
Sukie saw the beauty but she wasn’t wet behind the ears
She had an A1 body and a face to match
She didn’t have money, she didn’t have cash
With the winter coming on, and the attic cold
She had to press her nose on the refectory wall
They served steamed puddings she went without
She had to pose for life for all the scholars of art
She didn’t feel funny, she didn’t feel bad
Peeling away everything she had
She had the grace of an eel, sleek and stark
As the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark
Dark
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard
Sukie No Cemitério
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar no cemitério
Ela fazia gravuras em latão, aprendeu que não precisava pressionar forte
Quando ela terminou de ficar lá, estava sozinha
Decidiu que era melhor dar uma checada em casa
Teve uma briga feia entre a mãe e o pai
Disseram que ela não tinha feito isso, não tinha feito aquilo
Se quisesse continuar na casa da família
Teriam que seguir as regras, teriam que tentar
Não era o que Sukie queria
Então ela pegou suas coisas e foi embora
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar na escola de arte
Ela não se matriculou, mas humilhou todos os idiotas
Ela pegou um apê pequeno com o gato da fraternidade
Se escondeu no sótão do prédio de escultura
Ela tinha um escravo e o nome dele era Dave
Ela disse 'Seja meu fotógrafo e eu te deixo rico'
Ele não acreditou, mas o garoto a admirava
Ele trazia comida e arrumava uma cama pra ela
Ele espiava por trás da tela enquanto ela começava a se despir
Ele nunca foi longe
Só olhando e tocando violão
Outono caindo, todas as árvores penduradas como lustres
Sukie viu a beleza, mas não era ingênua
Ela tinha um corpo incrível e um rosto que combinava
Não tinha grana, não tinha dinheiro
Com o inverno chegando e o sótão frio
Ela teve que pressionar o nariz na parede do refeitório
Serviam pudins quentes, ela ficou sem
Teve que posar para a vida para todos os estudiosos da arte
Ela não se sentia estranha, não se sentia mal
Despojando tudo que tinha
Ela tinha a graça de uma enguia, elegante e austera
Enquanto as sombras pregavam peças na garota no escuro
Escuro
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar no cemitério
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar no cemitério
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar no cemitério
Sukie era a garota, ela gostava de ficar no cemitério