The Industrial Park

The crows are infesting the lawn of the church
Note that the doves are absent from the funeral
We can only assume that they couldn't find the appropriate dress for the occasion
We wouldn't want any signs of hope there, would we?

It's only right, I mean
It's what has always lacked in me
But there's your fault and my mistake
The one thing that comforts me were my last words...

I hope the thunder and lightning kills you
I hope the thunder and lightning kills you

I hope the thunder and lightning kills you
(You were just a good for nothing ungrateful whore
This should have been one of those prostitute murder stories)
I hope the thunder and lightning kills you
(Fucked, killed, and disposed
But you were just too pretty to fuck just once)