Bodies As Suitcases
I look for car wrecks when I'm bored, can't stop watching.
Cause I was promised that a killer time would be had by all.
In a town famous for automobiles,
They were with us and making daiquiri's on ice.
I had to work that night,
But they partied it up like champs 'til they died.
All right.
They didn't take it to the chest.
A mountain of rich bodies in the tub,
Another mess for the maid to clean up.
No, you got to move on.
Don't leave me yet.
No, you got to believe me.
Those fuckers killed themselves.
Poor Marcy scampers on the floor; she can't stop coughing.
Ironically she had the most abdominal fortitude of us all.
All we are, are suitcases, holding other people's stuff.
No, you got to move on.
Don't leave me yet.
No, you got to believe me.
Follow, make me follow.
They tried to make me follow, make me follow.
Cuerpos Como Maletas
Busco accidentes de autos cuando estoy aburrido, no puedo dejar de mirar. Porque me prometieron que la pasaríamos genial. En una ciudad famosa por los automóviles, estaban con nosotros haciendo daiquiris con hielo. Yo tenía que trabajar esa noche, pero ellos festejaron como campeones hasta que murieron. Está bien. No lo tomaron a pecho. Una montaña de cuerpos ricos en la bañera, otro lío para la mucama limpiar. No, tienes que seguir adelante. No me dejes aún. No, tienes que creerme. Esos malditos se mataron solos. Pobre Marcy corretea por el piso; no puede dejar de toser. Irónicamente, ella tenía la mayor fortaleza abdominal de todos nosotros. Todo lo que somos son maletas, guardando las cosas de otras personas. No, tienes que seguir adelante. No me dejes aún. No, tienes que creerme. Sigue, hazme seguir. Intentaron hacerme seguir, hacerme seguir.