Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)

by David Bowie

Lyrics : David Bowie
Music : Bob Bhamra/David Bowie/Maria Schneider/Paul Bateman
Sue, I got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue, the clinic called
The x-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home
Sue, you said you wanted writ
"Sue the virgin" on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words?
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime none need atone
I kissed your face
Sue, I pushed you down beneath the weeds
Endless faith in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, goodbye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown
Audio Assistant : Erin Tonkon/Joe Visciano/Kabir Hermon
Audio Engineer : Kevin Killen/Tony Visconti
Flute : Donny McCaslin
Acoustic Guitar : David Bowie
Guitar : Ben Monder
Keyboard : Jason Lindner
Drums : Mark Guiliana
Vocals : David Bowie
Percussion : James Murphy
Bass Guitar : Tim Lefebvre
Mastering Engineer : Joe LaPorta
Mixing Engineer : Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer : David Bowie/Tony Visconti