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Dead Hooker in a Trunk (2009)
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I'm not going back next time. Darkness all my own. This is a darkness all of my own. The darkness all my own. No one's got me by. But not this time, no, no. Now run. Bring to life. I'll make you think I'm into you. No one but myself. I won't gamble my heart on love. Gamble my heart on love. Oh, so it's all my fault. That you're running away from me. You said one kiss was nothing. Well, then one turned into three. Oh, so it's all my fault. That you're running away from me. - Well, then one turned into three. What are you doing? Don't do this. - Fucking asshole. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh Oh, Lord and then Christ gonna save my soul. - Open the door! - Are you awake? - They're sleeping. - Fucking cunt! Why do you have to- Go ahead. Here. Go ahead. Pull the trigger, you stupid bitch. Fucking cow. Baby. Bitch! - What the fuck? Merde! - I'll call you later tonight. - Sure. Let me guess. You want me to pick up your goody-two-shoes little friend from saving orphans or something. - It's youth group, actually. Morning. - Morning! Can we go pick up some shit? - Yeah. - Thank you. - Okay, that is so not fair. - I'll pick up your little friend from his youth group, and then you two can come with us to pick up. - You know, whatever. - Morning. Pleasant day. Nice to see you. - Jesus Christ, our Lord. And Savior keeps me on my best. Behavior. When I'm all alone. Out to pasture. Light will kill the dark. So much faster. Jesus Christ. Everyone! Jesus Christ. I need you now. I need you now. - Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Savior? - You came. That's totally awesome. This is my youth group. - Cool. - Fist ups! Replay. - We were just doing some totally awesome brainstorming on our next anti-pornography bake sale. It's pretty cool. And that was-l wrote that. - That's great. - Are you losers ready to go yet? - You brought your sister's friend too. How was your concert last night? - What the fuck are you talking about? - Fuck! - Awesome. - Are you okay? - Yeah. Thanks. - Sorry. I should get off you. - No complaints here. - That was probably one of the more exciting things that's happened at one of these events. - No shit. - Look, she is Satan. I might have known. Did she try to kiss the priest? - I don't know. He wouldn't do that, though. - She's amazing. - Just forget about it. She's not even worth it. - If you say so. - So I've never seen somebody catch on fire at a church before. You guys think that means something? - Maybe you died. So the whole church lit on fire, and we all died, and then we didn't even realize it, and now we're stuck in that waiting room between life and death. - Purgatory? - Yeah! Purgatory. So this car is purgatory. - The car is not purgatory. - So the car is purgatory. But we've all lived, like, these messed-up lives, so the dude upstairs calling the shots doesn't know if we're going up or down because it's, like, a complicated decision, and you're such, like, a goody-two-shoes that maybe you haven't even had the opportunity to make a bad decision, so they can't let you in until they know if you're good because you choose to be good, right? - I choose to do good things because I'm a nice person. - I'm just saying it like I see it. Perfect. - What the fuck is that smell? - Awesome. - Actually, I think these are mine. - Oh, you think those are yours? There is a dead body in the trunk! With drugs... and things. - We have to call the police right now. - No. We don't know how she got in there. - What do you mean we don't know how she got in there? Who cares? That's for the police to figure out. It's not like you guys had anything to do with it, right? Right? - Last night is really fuzzy right now. - Yeah? Well, you better make it pretty fucking unfuzzy pretty quick. There is a dead hooker in a trunk, and that is a big fucking deal! - Just let me fucking think. - Hey. You guys okay? You having car problems? - No. No problem. - What about him? - Oh, he has acid reflux disorder. Sometimes, you know, he just has to let it all out. - Yeah, my brother-in-law has that too, sometimes. - Thank you so much for stopping. - Oh, well, you're welcome. Which way are you guys going? - Why? - Well, I just spent a half an hour going through a roadblock back that way. Thought I'd save you some trouble seeing as your- your friend has an infliction and all. - Thank you so much. That's really good to know. We'll keep it in mind. - Fuck off now. - Yeah, thanks. - Okay, get in the fucking car. - No. We go to the police. - Get in the car, or I'm leaving without you. - Let's go, little man. - Drive still, okay? - Hi, there. - Hi. - We'd like a room. Now, I know this isn't enough for a room, but my friend out there wants to make up the difference. Oh, yeah. - You got yourselves a room! - You know, that was pretty fast thinking there, sis. - I'm surprised it worked. I thought he might have some questions. - Like why she's not moving or talking? - Well, maybe he just thought she was shy. - I'm going to be sick. - Can you wait, please? I almost have her rinsed out. - I think I'll be okay. I made a bed for her in the other room. I thought it would be nice if she had somewhere nice to stay, and that creepy hotel clerk still thinks that she's alive, so maybe we should play along. She deserves to stay somewhere nice to stay tonight. She's done a lot for you guys and for us. It must suck to be in a trunk. - So now what? - We take her into the woods, and we bury her. - I don't approve of that. - You don't even have a shovel. - I saw one outside. I'll go get it. Look after them, okay? - Okay. Careful. - This is nice. It's like when you used to live with us. My mom said it would be like getting a sister, but it wasn't really like that. It didn't seem like you were related to me at all. It seemed like you were just my friend that was a girl, like a girlfriend. - Yeah. You're my best friend. Well, kind of like my only friend, but... I just- I just hate how stubborn she gets, you know? - Do you think they had anything to do with it? - No. I don't. - What are you doing? - I'm calling the police. - Excuse me, ma'am? - Me? - Yes. We're just following up on a call we received. Can we talk to you for a minute? - Sure. Why not? - We received an anonymous phone call that you may have some information regarding the missing person case. - Nope. Wasn't me. - Hmm, sell, the caller said you might be reluctant to give information. We just have a few questions. That's all. - I told you boys I don't what you're talking- - Ma'am, we can do this here, or we could take you down to the station. It's your call. - Okay. You win. Now, what can I do for you? - Oh, don't you worry. This won't take long at all. - Probably not. The drugs are in the trunk. See if I'm lying. - Go get 'em. - Today is the day The threading will fade Today you held me together Fastens, stuffing, silk, and feathers Tied up Ln lace Lt won't be too long . Yeah. No. It's just me. Um... no, no, it's not that. Everything's fine. I just, um... I'm not going to be able to come in and help today. Yeah, no, everything's okay. I just have to help my friends out with something. [whispering] You guys! That's just praying. We're just doing some good old-fashioned loving the Lord. Okay. Well, it's- Okay, bye. Thanks, guys! Isn't that great? That's what you want to hear right when I'm talking to my youth group leader, you guys dropping a dead body. - Sorry. Maybe if one of us wasn't stoned 24-7. - Grab her bum. I can't do it. - What the fuck? - Gentlemen. You have to undo us. - No. But I will leave the door open. - Fuck this shit, man. I'm taking a break. I don't need this shit. - You're taking a break, huh? - Yeah. - And what union of mentally inept workers do you belong to, exactly? - Get off my case. - She's only on your case because we care about you. - I can't believe you called the cops on me. You are such a fucking bitch. - Well, it looks like you managed to escape in your typical Sylvester and Tweety sort of way. - You're not as smart as you fucking think you are, you fucking geek. - It was the right thing to do, okay? I mean, what are you doing? I don't understand why you can't see it. Just because you find a body and you think you might be responsible, you try to bury it? - What am I supposed to do? - I wish for once you'd just listen to me, okay? This is stupid. You can't just dump it and pretend it never happened. - Well, you can't just drive around with a corpse in your car. Fuck it. I'm gonna dump it. - Do it. - No, you're not. - Get the fuck out of my way. - Don't worry. I got this. - Anyone else? - No, I'm cool. Let's just fucking do it. - I don't think we should. Maybe we shouldn't. - What did you say? - Um, I'm all for burying her and stuff like that. I think it's a good idea. I really think that I do like it, but, um... it's broad daylight. So maybe we shouldn't. - Shit. It is kind of sketchy. We should probably wait until it's dark. - Can we do a pickup? - Yeah. - Thanks. - We're going to pick up drugs now? - Yeah. - Why? - Isn't the trunk full of them? - I need different. - Any more fucking questions? - No. - What? - No. - Good. Well, let's go. - Help her. - Can you help me? - Fucking cock punch! Cock punch. - I'll be just a minute, okay? - If we have to do this one more fucking time, I'm going to lose my fucking mind. - It's fine. I'll be right back. - How is it fucking fine? - Don't give me that. - So you're just going to leave me in the parking lot for the rest of the fucking night! Thank you. Thank you! - Nice. - Get out of my fucking face. - Is that any way for a lady to talk? - Whatever, Liberace. - Hey. - I'm just here for my shit, okay? So don't give me any of your shit. - I'll get your bags. - You know, you and I don't really talk much. - No, we don't. - Well, we have a minute. - Yup. You look pretty... or... - Thanks. - So, like, you... can't even try to clean up without me? - Is your friend waiting for you? That little juvie psycho bitch? No, wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. I'm just- I miss you. - Yeah, well... I really miss you too, okay? But I'm not such an asshole about it. - Help me out. - So are you fucking anyone? - What? No. - Sorry, I mean, like, do you have a boyfriend? - I'm not gay. - Girlfriend? - No, I don't. - Really. Not even you and my sister? Because, you know, I've always kind of wondered about the two of you. - Things with your sister and I are going very fine, and I don't need your help, thank you. - Really? How well can they be going if everybody thinks you're gay? You should probably man up man up a little. - You should probably try acting more like a lady. - Yeah? Whatever. - Hello? We have Chinese food here. - The door. - Yeah. Shut up. - Hello? - Who is it? - Chinese food guy. - I didn't order Chinese. - My boss told me, Chinese food here. - What the fuck! Stop! What the hell? Get that- No! No, don't! - Where's the drugs? - Dude, dude, before you even start, I didn't mean to hit you. It's just, you called the fucking cops, and you know I fucking hate fucking cops. Sorry. - Where are we? - We're just here waiting for- - Where are we? - Wait, shut the fuck up. - Attention, please! - Wait. Where did you say she went? Shit. - Hey, assfuck! - Bitch! - I don't know. But it certainly sounds like some very fucked-up shit that the police would most certainly be very interested in investigating. Don't you think? I already told you. We were picking up drugs. I don't know what kind. Lots probably, knowing her. I'm not lying. - We need to get up, okay? - We do it all the time. We always pick up drugs. Yes. - All right. All right. - I will testify to that. Absolutely. Yeah. These aren't really my friends, okay? My sister has an illegal firearm. That might be something else. Shit! - What were all those noises? - Son of a bitch! - What happened to your eye? - Why are we stopped? - I need to check the fucking map. Are you okay? - I'm totally freaking out here. - Not you! - It's fine. We just need to stay calm, regulate our breathing, and stay focused. And find a drug store. - She needs serious medical attention. - Well, there is no hospital in the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere. My apologies. - It's fine. I can fix us. We'll just find some supplies, and we'll be fine. I mean... You're fine right? - Actually, I'm quite fucking far from being fine. Why do people always ask if someone's okay when something bad happens? I'm fucked up! I'm fucking fucked right the fuck up! - She said not to freak out. Have a cigarette or something. It'll calm you down. - Smoking's bad for her. - I don't think it's going to fuck me up anymore. - Just saying, the smoke gets in- - Hey. I can take care of myself. I don't need you fussing over me. - You guys just almost died today, so, you know, I was worried about you. - You know what? I don't need your help! - What the fuck? - What the fuck? - Get in the car! Turn around! Get in the fucking car. Now! Get her in the car. Get her in the car. Help her in the car! Ln! Get in. Come around! God damn it! Get in! Hold this! Hold this. Fuck, man. - There's nothing in the fucking car. This is all I could find, and the gas station didn't have shit. - It's fine. Just give me it. The tape. - Is she okay, or... - You'll have to give me a hand. How's it look? - Lt looks good. You look like an anime character or something. - Are you okay? You're not gonna... - Be-ugh. Beautiful. - Oh, fuck. Sorry. - Just hold it there. - How are you? 'Cause I don't think I can do this without depth perception. - Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. - He was in Boy Scouts. It'll be fine. I'll talk you through it. - It's okay. He probably knows what he's doing. - Just do it! - What do I do? - Just sew it up. Like a quilt or something. - I'm sorry. - Oh, my God! - Just under and over. - How do you know what to do? - It's almost done. - Ouchies! - It's almost done. - Oh, shit! - It's okay. - Don't puke in my arm. - Tie it around tight. Okay. All right. That's it. That's it. - Careful with the hook. - Okay. - Awesome. - Well, I can't believe it actually worked. - I'm not sure that it did. - It looks fine. - Well, it'll have to do. I'm going to go bury the body. You guys just wait here, and I'll bring you to the hospital after I'm done. - No, wait. - Dude! Don't start with me. - We should go with you. - What? - We should go with you. We'll go together. - Yeah. We're all in this together. - Okay. Right. - Can you give me a hand? - I'm good. - Oh, fuck. - Sorry. - You got her? - Okay. Shit. - Okay, come on. - All right. Is she dead? - Well, she is now. - Guys. No. No, thanks. I don't want any. - It's medicinal. - Not bad for your first time. - Whatever. - Just fucking with you. Shit. You need to lighten up. You're nutty. - I really like you. No. No, I do- you and my sister. I think you're both really cool. I'm really happy that we're, uh... That we're friends right now. You know, in a really fucked-up way, this is probably the most fun I've ever had. - You know what? Some of this shit you don't even need drugs to enjoy. - Fuck, man. We should have just buried her. - We can't just leave her there. - You know, back there, it was probably just muscle contractions. - She sat up, and she was breathing. - No, um... - She looked at you. - Yeah, man. It's creepy. Rigor mortis is fucked. - You guys are at peace. Because-because she- - You know what I've been thinking? I've been thinking about thinking. 'Cause, I mean, usually you think about things, like, that you've seen or people, but, I mean, a blind person? If you've never thought about- you know, if you've never seen anything, then what do you think about? I guess you could- I guess you could kind of, like, feel stuff. Or- Yeah, yeah, you could feel stuff. But, I mean, I guess you'd come up with some pretty fucked-up shit. You know, I'm really glad we could have this conversation. I really feel like you get me. I do. That's awesome. Dude, I thought you just had to take a piss. - I'm just gonna be a minute. - You touched her bum. - Sorry? - I did too. - Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. Start the car! Fucking motherfucker! Fucker! You! Mother! Fucker! - You son of a whore that fucks his mother. I'm going to miss my youth group meeting for this shit? I'm going to get that dirty hotel manager to ride your fucking ass. What do you think of that, cowboy, huh? You ever been skull-fucked after an ass-rape? Jesus doesn't love you. Oh, my goodness! - That was awesome! - Oh, my God, are you okay? Oh, my goodness! - It's okay. You didn't get my good eye. Really. - Guys, this is probably the guy who killed the hooker. - Probably? Oh, probably. What the hell were you thinking? - Oh, I was thinking, "Gee, wouldn't it be nice "if this fucking guy wasn't fucking dragging me down the fucking road." - Stop fighting! - Shut the fuck up! - Don't tell him to shut up! You guys. Fuck. My arm is fucking ripped off. I need to go to a fucking hospital before I fucking bleed to death. Chill out. - Guys, we take the fucking hooker, and we dump the body on the side of the road. We keep driving. That's what we do. - I'm not being a part of this if you guys are just dumping her. I'm going to go to church, if you guys need me, praying for you two, not for me, because I'm still going to heaven, so... Probably. Sorry. - God bless you, fucker. - What the fuck was that? Sis, I'm sorry. We should be celebrating. It's over. - Yeah, you know what? I'm going home. Fuck you. - What about you? I'll take you to a fucking hospital. - Hi, there. Could I get a cab, please? Heading to North Van. By cash. Actually, could you please take me downtown? - All by yourself, huh? - I guess so. - You gonna go see your friends? - I've been spending a lot of time with my friends, actually. I think it's time to take a break. - I see. Girl problems, huh? - You have no idea. - Well, they can be a lot of trouble. Is she pretty? - Actually, two of them just scare the heck out of me. And the other one probably might have been pretty one day, back when she was more fresher. The other one is just amazing. - Amazing. Is she the special one? - To me, she is. She's perfect, and I just want to spend all of my time with her. - Except now, of course. You can't just leave her when things get hard, you know? You have to man up. Go get your girl. - That's a good idea. - How'd you get so smart? - I got to keep trusting in God I got to be dependent on Him Trust him, oh, my Lord Yeah . - And I believe this is where you get off. This is going to be on the house. And, hey, always remember, Jesus loves everybody. - I know. - Indeed. - Dude, you're not even coming in with me? Fuck, man. Fuck you. Fuck you. - Fuck you! - I'm here for you. - But how did you get here? - I don't know. Where are we? This is her house. I thought maybe we could go inside and find a clue or something. - Maybe she has a family, and we can give her a proper burial. - Right. Well. - It smells bad in here. - Yeah, sort of. - I don't think we should be in here. - Maybe someone wanted her dead? Hello? - Get it off the puppy! - Me? - I don't want to touch it. Quickly. Come here. Come here. Come here. It's heavy. - What are you doing? - We can't just leave him here. - Okay. - Ha! - Did you see the paper in there? It says there's a serial killer on the loose, on the loose, and hookers have been disappearing, which means they didn't have anything to do with it. They're just so drunk and high all the time that they didn't even realize it. - Okay. - We need to find them. - Okay. - Shit. I wish we had a car. - I have a car. So this is fun. - Yeah, it will be once I get this thing working. I think I dropped it. - What is it? - Well, you know how my sister takes off all the time? I put a GPS in her phone. I thought this would be a good way to keep track of her. - That is so neat. - Yeah, except it isn't working right now. - Here. - Actually, it's kind of complicated. - There you go. - You fixed it. - I want to buy you some food. - Okay. First we have that, um... we have to take care of that dead hooker first. - Right. - Irate driver. - Come on. Now, that's- come on! Sorry I acted that way. - So she goes up and one-punches the douche bag and brings it back, and then the repressed guy, the guy I was talking about before, he sews it back on. So I'm kind of worried about it, but, well, since you're going to be prescribing me stuff anyway, I would totally appreciate anything off this list too. Anything. Anything. - Hi. Do you have any string or thread or something to fix my pants? - Yeah, I think I have some. Dude, what happened? - I walked into a door. - You can just take that shit if you want. - Thanks. Do you know this girl? - Yeah, I do. She's rad. - Do you know where she lives? - I didn't know they let animals in here. Hey! Awesome, you're here too. - What? - With my sister. - No, she took off. - Where is she? - You know what? I think I have an idea. Come on, let's go. Yeah, that's looking much better. - Hi. - Hi. - Who's this? - It's Billy. I found him. - Hi, Billy. Can I hold him? - No. - I have an arm. Let me hold him. - Don't drop him. He's not acid. - Hi. - Okay, we should go. - Hi. Hi. He's funny, eh? - Good old predictable sis. Always two steps behind me. - Fuck off and die. - Don't be a bitch. - Tough. I thought I was. - This is going well. - Well, maybe you guys shouldn't have all ditched me. - Hey. You ditched me. - We were going our separate ways. - Look, can we stop this? We've already been here. I know where to bury her. - You're the one who drove off, and now you're pretending to be the hurt one? - Oh, fuck you. - You know what? Fuck you! - Can we just quit this shit? I'm fucking tired of it. Fuck it. She obviously doesn't have any family or anyone that cares about her, so it's our responsibility to put her to rest. That's what everyone wants to do, right? That's what we all think is the right thing to do. Are you going to hit me? - No. You're right. Guys, I'm sorry I was being such a cunt. - Good. No more weird twists. And maybe because I know the father so well, he won't ask too many questions. - Oh, my God, that's him. That's the guy. - What? Where? - Right across the street. - Motherfucker. - That is so weird. What is the coincidence of him being right there? - Where's he going? - Um, guys. I think he's waking up. - I'm just getting my tools together. - Oh, my God! - You don't even worry about that. You know, I thought doing that would wake you up. But who knows? Medical mystery. - We decided we didn't want you to reproduce. - You blinded my sister. - You snuck up behind her, and you knocked her fucking eye out. - I didn't do it. - Yeah? You killed a girl, and you put her in my fucking trunk! You're a serial killer. We know. We read the papers. Who knows how many other people are dead because of you? The bat proves it, and this... is how we decided... to deal with you! - Stop! - No, assfuck. You don't get a say in the matter. Ice pick! - Ice pick. - No, it wasn't me. - Hammer! - Hammer. - And after all I've done to you How can it be You still believe in me I try hard to be more what you want me to be But I can't help how I act When you're not here with me I try hard to be strong But sometimes I fail myself And after all I've promised you So faithfully You still believe in me I want to cry . - Dude, I thought he was gay. - What? - I thought he was gay. - Get it, though. - Well, apparently not. Guys, I'm really tired. Maybe we should just have a good night's sleep and then meet up to bury the body tomorrow. - Okay. - What, really? - Yeah. Do you need a ride home? - No, I think I'm just going to take Billy for a walk. - Okay. Is that all you got? - I don't know where she could be. - She was acting all weird last night, like acting kind and everything. I tried calling her, and no one answered. - What, is she like our unofficial leader or something? - Well, her room is trashed, but it kind of always looks that way. - Well, you're the smart one. Why don't you go find a clue? - Smart one? It's not like we're all just a big group of stereotypes. - Um, I found a clue. - What did you find? - Remember when there was a body in the trunk? It's gone now. - What? - It's a business card. Business card. Looks like someplace your sister would go. - You look like a little angel when you're sleeping. - I'm going to fucking kill you. - Like you killed my brother? - What? - Don't play coy. I know you did it. - Wait a minute. The hooker was a guy? - No. I killed her. You killed who you thought was me but was in actuality my little brother who just so happened to borrow my baseball bat. How is your sister by the way? - Who the fuck are you? - Don't you know by now? Gentlemen? We're going to need a little bit of privacy. - You've got to be fucking kidding me. - I'm afraid not, dear. - But you helped me. - I know. But it's only because I want to be the one to hurt you. - I don't see her anywhere. - Shit, she must be inside. - I have an idea. - Big man. - If you're a very lucky girl, you might get to find out. But you'll probably be dead by then. What's that? Excuse me? I'm sorry. I couldn't hear that. Could you speak up? No quip? No smart remark? I get it. You're waiting for your friends to bust in and save the day. - Not even my friends are that retarded. - Hey, there, you bitches, who wants a piece of me? Or are you all too busy sucking cock or rather fantasizing about cock to suck in the future or past cock sucking experiences? - And if you think that little girl punch intimidates me, you're even more pathetic than I thought. I mean, seriously, what the fuck? What the fuck is wrong with you? - What the fuck's wrong with you? - What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh, my God. - What the hell is wrong with you? - Good boy doesn't even cry. Don't worry. I've done this hundreds of times. - There is no way I'm touching that thing. - What the fuck's wrong with you? You have a forked cock. Peace at last. So much better. Just the two of you against me? Oh, my God, I'm so scared. - Now it's fair. - Well. Actually still not fair. Gentlemen? Now it's fair. - Fucker! - Did you just barf? - A little in my mouth. I'll get the dog. - I'll get the hooker. - Okay. - She's beautiful, isn't she? Just like all the others. - That was my sister, you sick fuck. It was you in the papers too, wasn't it? - I thought you were the smart one. Took you a little while to figure it out, though, didn't it? - Don't come near me. - Actually, I was thinking more like in you. And X marks the spot. - Why? What the fuck is wrong with you? - Oh, all this aggression. 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 fucking 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. Fuck 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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