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