This leathers called a seat belt Anne Louise
Your head out of the window in the coolest 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 Ill avenge your dead
With the best lawyers of autopolitics
And Ill spend whatever moneys to be spend
To try and revive your broken body again
And the pennypitching funeral was sht
Your body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in
And I hope to god that youll remember me in heaven
God I hope you dont remember that in heaven
God I hope that theyll allow me into heaven
Look what Ive become
Look what Ive become
