Anne

Death will be the perfect match for you
I know it, Anne
Walking home in thunderstorms
Always upsets your plans
'Cause you’ve got picked up
For giving head in public parks
Counting coins
When from your groin emanated a spark
I’m so sorry
But your words were so off-centre
Bending the light round your eyes
As you screamed to a halt
Now you are caught in your new denim shorts
Button conducting lightning bolts
Death will be the perfect match for you
I know it, Anne
Always remember you lit up in lilac
Doing your homework scans
I’m so sorry
But your words were so off-centre
Bending the light round your eyes
As you screamed to a halt
Now you are caught in your new denim shorts
Button conducting lightning bolts
Life was not the perfect match for you, Anne
A brief creature that denies you grief dies in your hands
I’m so sorry
But your words were so off-centre
Bending the light round your eyes
As you screamed to a halt
Now you are caught in your new denim shorts
Button conducting lightning bolts
Death will be the perfect match for you
I know it, Anne
Walking home in thunderstorms
Always upsets your plans