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Dead Hooker in a Trunk Page #5
Is that a family trait?
- You could say so.
What's the matter, assfuck?
two girls.
Are you okay?
- Am I okay?
Dude, you were f***ing dead.
- Well, the sky's dusted
with holes that gleam
I'm sorry for
The way I seem
It's just me .
- Aw, twins!
- It's just you .
- Hey, guys.
- Get on your knees.
Oh!
No drugs, eh?
- It's not mine.
F*** you, it's not mine.
- All right.
- Okay, let's do this.
- We weren't doing anything.
- Time to say bye to Mommy.
Good night, hooker.
- Careful with her, you.
- If I still
Look back
At everything you had
And I know
Won't get you now
I:
Won't get you now .
- I can't believe
there aren't any repercussions
for all the things we did
over last few days.
- You guys have done some
serious personal growth.
Maybe you'll even
save your souls.
- Most people go to hell
for what you guys did.
- Uh, the big picture.
- You know, I think we deserve
a few days off.
What do you guys say?
You get to pick this time.
- Really?
Well, there's this comic book
thing in L.A. that's cool.
- I just have to check at home,
and I'm good to go.
- Mexico?
- The ice storm is ready
The bodies all float
down the stream
Everything heads down
the coast
They're just fallin'
like ghosts
Your eyes are blood red
from the gas
The riots will flood
this whole town
Lt will burn to the ground
We all walk down
to the graveyard
We'll lay the bodies
into their holes
Come with me,
come with me, sweetheart
Lay with me
next to our tombstones
I gave up on this city
Packed up my things
and went west
No more buses and cabs
No more B.O. in the tram
Well, aren't you so pretty
Your eyes are blood red
from the gas
The riots
will swallow this town
Lt will burn to the ground
We all walk down
to the graveyard
We'll lay the bodies
into their holes
Come with me,
come with me, sweetheart
Lay with me
next to our tombstones
And last night,
I dreamed it again
New York was sinking
The sky was bright red
When the birds
left their roost
You were on top of a car
Watching the water
Rise up from the street
Lt just dumped at your feet
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