Oh, hey Robert, you're driving much too fucking fast
I think you ought to go a lot slower
It's a residential zone. Speed limit's thirty miles an hour
Shouldn't be going eighty
Watch out for those ladies!
Watch out for that dog!

Oh no! Hit the brakes!
Your driving mistakes are really
Gonna kill Heavenly,
With terror,
Oh-oh, terrifying me

Ba ba bada ba ba
Escort crash on Marston Street
Ba ba bada ba ba
Mathew, Amy, Rob and Pete
Ba ba bada ba ba
In Heaven, they'll be Heavenly tonight

Hey now, Robert, you happy wit your smashed up car
And your broken neck bone, and your facial wounds?
You've murdered Amelia. Pete can no longer play guitar
And Mathew's brain is damaged. But that's not so different
Could you tell at all?

The kids are happy
With no more boring Heavenly tunes
Rob's killed us
With steering error,
Terrifying me.

Ba ba bada ba ba
Escort crash on Marston Street
Ba ba bada ba ba
Mathew, Amy, Rob and Pete
Ba ba bada ba ba
In Heaven, they'll be Heavenly tonight



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