Inside susan lyrics

Artist  : Pulp 
Song : Inside susan
 
Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m.

She sits on the back seat. 
She looks at the man in front's head and thinks
how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot
sticking out 
from the collar of his shirt.
She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see
if they make twenty-one, 
but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going
to school at all, then. 
Her friends will be in the yard with their arms
folded on their chests, 
shielding their breasts to try and make them look
bigger, 
whilst the boys will be too busy playing football
to notice. 
The bus is waiting on the High Street when
suddenly it begins to rain 
torrentially and it sounds like someone has
emptied 
about a million packets of dried peas on top of
the roof of the bus. 
"What if it just keeps raining," she thinks to
herself, 
"and it was just like being in an aquarium except
it was all the shoppers 
and office-workers that were floating passed the
window instead of fish?" 
She's still thinking about this when the bus goes
passed Caroline Lee's house 
where there was a party last week. 
There were some German exchange students there
who were very mature; 
they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom
window. 
One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the
stairs, so she kicked him. 
Later she was sick because she drunk too much
cider. 
Caroline was drunk as well; 
she was pretending she was married to a tall boy
in glasses, 
and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days
afterwards 
to cover up the love-bite on her neck. 
By now the bus is going passed the market. 
Outside is a man who spends all day forcing
felt-tip pens into people's hands 
and then trying to make them pay for them. 
She used to work in the pet shop,
but she got sacked for talking to boys when she
was supposed to be working. 
She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the
smell of the rabbits anyway. 
"Maybe this bus won't stop," she thinks,
"and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go
into pubs on my own. 
Or it could drive me to a town where people with
black hair drink 
Special Brew and I can make lots 
of money by charging fat old men five pounds a
time to look up my skirt. 
Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to
dinner...
" I suppose you think she's just a silly girl
with stupid ideas, 
but I remember her in those days. 
They talk about people with a fire within and all
that stuff, 
well, she had that alright. 
It's just that no-one dared to jump into her
fire;
they would have been consumed. Instead, 
they put her in a corner and let her heat up the
room, 
warming their hands and backsides in front of
her, 
and then slagging her off around town. 
No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, 
and, she always ended up getting off the bus at
the terminus 
and then walking home.