MANCHESTER ORCHESTRA - Anne Louise lyrics

rate me

This leathers called a seat belt Anne Louise

Your head out of the window in the coolest summer breeze

And in the air were all the things you claimed we need

They seemed to be worth less than once I did believe

And I swear to god that I'll avenge your dead

With the best lawyers of auto-politics

And I'll spend whatever money's to be spend

To try and revive your broken body again

And the penny-pitching funeral was shit

Your body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in

And I hope to god that you'll remember me in heaven

God I hope you don't remember that in heaven

God I hope that they'll allow me into heaven

Look what I've become

Look what I've become