Sukie in the graveyard
Sukie was a kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyardShe did brass rubbings, she learned you never have to press hardWhen she was finished hanging out she was all aloneShe decided that she better check in at homeThere was an awful row between her mum and dadThey said she hadn’t done this, she hadn’t done thatIf she wanted to remain inside the family homeShe’d have to toe the line, she’d have to give it a goIt didn’t suit SukieSo she took her things and left
Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out at the art schoolShe didn’t enrol, but she wiped the floor with all the arseholesShe took a bijou flat with the fraternity catShe hid inside the attic of the sculpture buildingShe had a slut slave and his name was DaveShe said ‘Be my photo bitch and I’ll make you rich’He didn’t believe her but the boy revered herHe got her meals and he got her a bedHe watched behind the screen and she started to undressHe never got farJust lookin’ and playing guitar
Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliersSukie saw the beauty but she wasn’t wet behind the earsShe had an A1 body and a face to matchShe didn’t have money, she didn’t have cashWith the winter coming on, and the attic coldShe had to press her nose on the refectory wallThey served steamed puddings she went withoutShe had to pose for life for all the scholars of artShe didn’t feel funny, she didn’t feel badPeeling away everything she hadShe had the grace of an eel, sleek and starkAs the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark