Oh Susanna Schoolyard
Smoking cigarettes at night
Listen to my folks' fight
Meet me in the schoolyard
Kiss me so hard
I wear my jeans too tight
Poppa says that it ain't right
Trouble is sure to come
Just like it did for them
But they're sending you to the battlefield
So you try to hide your fear
When you say I'm getting out of here
I'm getting out of here
You leave on a late flight
Black sky, flashing red and white
While I lie in the schoolyard
Where you kissed me so hard
