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Driving out to the forest

In a busted up Beetle

With this trip you’ll need florists

Laying in the truck in fetal

We’ve waited for your demise

We’re so tired of all your lies

Helping to plan your wake

Too blind to see what’s at stake

Dragging you out of the car

All of this was such a bother

We all knew you wouldn’t go far

You’re a bitch like no other

Where did your life go wrong

Perhaps when you hit the bong

Stood by your body so long

Here I am, singing this song