Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)-David Bowie
Sue
I've got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue
The clinic called
The x-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home
Sue you said you want it written
Sue, the virgin on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime none need atone
I've kissed your face
Sue, I've pushed you
down beneath the weeds
Endless fate in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, goodbye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown