John Tasco Suzie Lyrics
Suzie by John Tasco
Wake up Suzie and fry some eggs for me;
The factory won't wait.
Our bed was cold on us, but you were bold on us,
Now I'm already late;
Already late.
I was bold too when in Afghanistan
It all came crashing down.
You say I've changed so much; now we're out of touch,
'cause I carry it around;
Carry it around.
Maybe I'll go to Jack and when I'm back on track
I'll find us a new place.
You're so cold to me, Suzie please hold me
Save me from disgrace;
Save me from disgrace.
I hear the train roll down and the whistle blows.
Every time that sound rings out she knows.
And I believe my demons will recoil,
Because my feet are set on American soil.
I was drafted in Calhoun 'cause I was led to.
Should have listened to my dad back in Waipahu.
"Son you'll go crazy and get the sack,
So you'd better watch your back;
The army pays your dues but she don't own you."
Now I'm fixed inside this dire situation.
Bogged down in an endless conversation.
She says I can't get things right,
'cause I don't sleep at night.
She busts my chops she's got me on probation.
Still I'm holding back to call my girl a phoney.
But I hurt so bad each time she spills her woes on me.
Every time a bullet hits
When she tells me I'm the pits;
Suzie try to love not to own me.
The factory won't wait.
Our bed was cold on us, but you were bold on us,
Now I'm already late;
Already late.
I was bold too when in Afghanistan
It all came crashing down.
You say I've changed so much; now we're out of touch,
'cause I carry it around;
Carry it around.
Maybe I'll go to Jack and when I'm back on track
I'll find us a new place.
You're so cold to me, Suzie please hold me
Save me from disgrace;
Save me from disgrace.
I hear the train roll down and the whistle blows.
Every time that sound rings out she knows.
And I believe my demons will recoil,
Because my feet are set on American soil.
I was drafted in Calhoun 'cause I was led to.
Should have listened to my dad back in Waipahu.
"Son you'll go crazy and get the sack,
So you'd better watch your back;
The army pays your dues but she don't own you."
Now I'm fixed inside this dire situation.
Bogged down in an endless conversation.
She says I can't get things right,
'cause I don't sleep at night.
She busts my chops she's got me on probation.
Still I'm holding back to call my girl a phoney.
But I hurt so bad each time she spills her woes on me.
Every time a bullet hits
When she tells me I'm the pits;
Suzie try to love not to own me.