This leather's called a seatbelt Anne Louise
You headed out of the window in the cooling summer breeze
And in the air were all the things you claimed we need
They seemed to be worth less than once I did believe
And I swear to God that I'll avenge your death
With the best lawyers of auto-politic
And I'll spend whatever money's to be spent
To try and revive your broken body again
And the penny pinching funeral was shit
You're body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in
And I hope to God that you'll remember me in heaven
God I hope you don't remember that in heaven
God I hope that they'll allow me into heaven
Look what I've become (Hah-aaaah)
Look what I've become (Hah-aaaah)
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