Suzanne the Killer Caddy

I climb in Suzanne, She ain't no hippy van, She's rusty and forgotten Her soul is slightly rotten But I believe she's grand. I turn the key and roar her Then I beg her like a schnorrer Won't you let me live inside you If not own you then to ride you With life becoming more. They tell me you're a clunker And a worn out useless junker I want you fixed and waxed With my refund income tax And life will be so good. Sleeping in the back Of my rusty Cadillac She promises me a meal in Gorst's finest diner And a ride o'er the sea to a place she loves in China And that's the way to feel. But I died asphyxiated From this life liberated When Suzanne turned herself on Ran exhaust until the air's gone And I smiled in my sleep Eternal and so deep For only Death is real.