Lyrics to Lord, Let That Tesla Crash
I heard death comes in threes
I misheard it bein' from Dublin
I thought death's in the trees
Which makes sense 'cause they're the saddest cunts of
Plants I have seen
Oh the drama of them dying every year
I have seen, watched them dying from the window that we
Shared for two years, with the dog that I was scared of
I went back to our house before your funeral
I don't miss you like I should
But I kissed you all those times I shouldn't have
There's a Tesla outside your old flat
And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I'm angered by the fact
Let's go back to the dog, how he almost made me end it
He was sick and your God, Lord, you two were co-dependent
I thought, "Why waste your time when he's bitten all these ladies?"
You said, "Ciara, be nice, and you wear too much foundation"
Figured out when you died, that you liked me for the same things
We were loud and so young, and so damaged and annoying
If you didn't care for us then no one would
I don't miss you like I should
But I'd kill myself to find out if you think this song is good
There's no Heaven, you said, so I can't
And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I'm angered by the fact
When I turned twenty-two I had no real friends to speak of
Who would watch me like you
If I'm honest, I don't have one now
Dressed up for the pub, felt so silly and quite underloved
Until, you were you, and pulled out all seven inches of
That song by Culture Club, I'd been yapping on about that month
I spun, you spun, in some attempt to make me happy and I was
I was
I was
I was
I don't miss you because I can't
If I think too much about you, I go mad
I'm so sorry I bitched behind your back
All I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I don't miss you, but then I shouldn't
My memories are loaded with what I wanted
But I couldn't have with you
That picture's burnt on my TV
Now I watch Coronation Street through ghosts of you all neon green
Your ghost is neon green
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I misheard it bein' from Dublin
I thought death's in the trees
Which makes sense 'cause they're the saddest cunts of
Plants I have seen
Oh the drama of them dying every year
I have seen, watched them dying from the window that we
Shared for two years, with the dog that I was scared of
I went back to our house before your funeral
I don't miss you like I should
But I kissed you all those times I shouldn't have
There's a Tesla outside your old flat
And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I'm angered by the fact
Let's go back to the dog, how he almost made me end it
He was sick and your God, Lord, you two were co-dependent
I thought, "Why waste your time when he's bitten all these ladies?"
You said, "Ciara, be nice, and you wear too much foundation"
Figured out when you died, that you liked me for the same things
We were loud and so young, and so damaged and annoying
If you didn't care for us then no one would
I don't miss you like I should
But I'd kill myself to find out if you think this song is good
There's no Heaven, you said, so I can't
And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I'm angered by the fact
When I turned twenty-two I had no real friends to speak of
Who would watch me like you
If I'm honest, I don't have one now
Dressed up for the pub, felt so silly and quite underloved
Until, you were you, and pulled out all seven inches of
That song by Culture Club, I'd been yapping on about that month
I spun, you spun, in some attempt to make me happy and I was
I was
I was
I was
I don't miss you because I can't
If I think too much about you, I go mad
I'm so sorry I bitched behind your back
All I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
I don't miss you, but then I shouldn't
My memories are loaded with what I wanted
But I couldn't have with you
That picture's burnt on my TV
Now I watch Coronation Street through ghosts of you all neon green
Your ghost is neon green
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
I'm angered by the fact
Lord, let that Tesla crash
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