Susan Smith Songtext
von wych elm

A mother smothers her baby
With a pillow
Living in an old house
With boarded up windows

A victim buried in
A fetal position
A mother left behind a letter
She had written

I wonder who I′d be
If all these bad things
Didn't happen to me

I must be
The Virgin Mary
To create a son
Who will suffer so much


Her body was found
Under a bridge
She was recognised
As Susan Smith

Found her rusty car
At the botton of a lake
Her children′s bodies inside
But their souls in Heaven

Why'd you do this to me
I was your baby
You made me
You made me
You made me
You made me
You made me
You made me