Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime) - David Bowie
Sue I 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 wanted writ
"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 kissed your face
Sue I pushed you down beneath the weeds
Endless faith in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue Good-bye