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 hang out 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

Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard