Dead Hooker in a Trunk Page #5

Is that a family trait?

- You could say so.

What's the matter, assfuck?

I thought you could handle

two girls.

Are you okay?

- Am I okay?

Dude, you were f***ing dead.

- Like dying could kill me.

- 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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