Escort Crash on Marston Street

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 with 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

Jesus save me
Rob's gone crazy
Jesus save us
We don't want to die in our Heavenly tourbus

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