Suicide Blonde - Mallrat

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

Sometimes you drink and then you dance around the kitchen

You put on eighties music and you make me listen

For like hours straight, no escape, Devo’s really not that great

I hate when you forget my name, holes in your brain

Those times you tried to overdose, kitchen floor and comatose

Hiding hydrogen peroxide, throwing up a piece of toast

Michael Hutchence could never save you, I’ll never hate you

Just let me run away, or put the rum away

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

Kind of like Ms. Hannigan when she was Cameron Diaz

You could’ve been a superstar but should’ve been in rehab

In that INXS video you said you were fat

But you were so beautiful, what’s up with that?

Released in 1990 but you’re never really free

You’ll stay on Centrelink realistically, commit successfully

Maybe it was prophecy all along

That you would be a suicide blonde

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

Cold coffee on the table

I’m running for the bus now

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass

You’re lying on the kitchen floor

And pour a glass