Here where the carousel spins On an ocean of blame We pick pockets in the crowds Near the gold mines of shame
And I will wear a red ruby ring That reflects the full moon Meet me on the corner tonight And we'll sleep deep down in the sand dunes
Chorus: Susie climbed a mountain of tacks She lost control of the facts She put all of the clothes in a brown paper sack And drove outta state the next day before sunrise Before sunrise
Susie climbed a mountain of tacks
Walkin' by the old funzone1 South of the gutter of doubt Past a broken mirror glass The reflection faded in and out And I saw her there
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