I Still Tell All My Friends You're Dead

I hope your house is still burning
I hope it's me the police bulletin is concerning
But they've got my description all wrong
Because I got a haircut and changed my style
So I doubt my looks fit your profile
And they can't derive substantial evidence from song
So I sing

Hey fuck you honey
I torched your house and I took your money
And if I didn't love animals
I would have killed your dog

Knew when you got there I'd have been long gone
So I spent weeks learning how to make various bombs
And when I got to your door I guess I burnt the fucker down
Guess I needed to physically display
How I felt you took my childhood away
And I could have used the three grand that I found

Now I know I'm home free.
Now that there's three states between you and me
And the TV in the motel room says you've run out of leads
Not to say you didn't have your suspicions
But I got a good lawyer and I dodged the conviction
And the fact that you're in hysterics makes me nearly pee

Hey fuck you honey
I torched your house and I took your money
And if I didn't love animals
I would have killed your dog
But I just took him along
He likes me so much better
I take him for walks in the park
He's making lots of new friends



Credits
Writer(s): Team Rocket!
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