David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
Tell the waterfall to fuck itself, I'm getting too wet
You make me tired like a seagull, like a seagull
I want to stick you with a needle and
I hope you burn up in that fucking car
And I hope when you crashed you had your seatbelt on and now you can't get out of it
When the ambulance driver talks on the news, her head is shaking
And when your mother finds out I hope she pisses herself screaming
You gave the world AIDS at a party
And it only worked because everyone thinks that you're pretty
This is all just a disappointment, disappointment
I tell myself, I tell myself, I tell myself, I tell myself that
I hope you burn up in that fucking car
And I hope when you crashed you had your seatbelt on and now you can't get out of it
When the ambulance driver talks on the news, her head is shaking
And when your mother finds out I hope she pisses herself screaming
I'm buying a guitar with money that I don't even have
Sighed the thunderclap; the wheel you made inside a computer lab
You're looking at a condom at the bottom of the stairs
Like you're driving on the sidewalk a date pretending not to care
I hope you burn up in that fucking car
And I hope when you crashed you had your seatbelt on and now you can't get out of it
When the ambulance driver talks on the news, her head is shaking
And when your mother finds out I hope she pisses herself screaming
Burn Up in a Car was written by David F. Bello.