My dead darling Dianne
I used to hold her hand
Until she was struck
By a friendly Mac-truck
Her blonde hair turned red
Her body detached from her head
I watched in horror
Then got a blood shower
Dripping in disgust
Dripping in her guts
While thinking of my lost
I got hit by a big old bus
My dead darling Dianne and me
Deformed in heaven and ugly
Killed and taken in love
By buses, trucks and blood
In heaven I get on my knees
Ask dead Dianne to marry me
She didn’t have a head to shake yes
But said it with her body language
God watched all of this
And was touched by our caress
And gave my dead darling Dianne
A head to see her man again.
