Sucker from Tiger Pop by John Brodeur

You’re dirty, low down and full of tricks
Like a used-car saleman in politics
No one could be better at selling a lemon
Telling me that hell is the back door to heaven

I’m such a sucker
And I fall for it every time

Two faces and a big, shiny, plastic smile
Sometimes you take ’em down hard, but that’s your style
Everyone’s a loser when they play by your rules
And I’m the one crowned John Doe, King of Fools

I’m such a sucker
And I fall for it every time
And you’re just a hole in my mind

Such a sucker, you know what that means
I’ve got to disconnect myself from my dreams
All bark and no bite as you breathe down my neck
And still I swallow what you say comes next

Suck in, blow out
You win, no doubt
Big grin, nice teeth
Break in, soul thief
Red light, door’s shut, I’d go around but
You’re right there, stand by, ready with another lie
Suck in, too long, I’m right and you’re wrong
Once more, you win, you’ve sucked me in again

I’m such a sucker
And I fall for it every time

Am I really that blind?
Don’t worry, I’ll be fine
At the end of the line
Heaven will let me in this time

I’m such a sucker

• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• New York