Текст песни 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 she tried to overdose
Kitchen floor and comatose
Hiding hydrogen peroxide
Throwing up your piece of toast
Michael Hutchens 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

Kinda like Miss Hannigan when she was Cameron Diaz
You could have been a superstar but should have been in rehab
In that INXS video you said you were fat
But you were so beautiful
What's up with that? Huh

Released in 1990 but you never really flew
You'll stay on Centrelink, realistically commit successfully
And 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