Bodies as Suitcases

I look for car wrecks when I'm bored
Can't stop watching
Cause I was promised that a killer
Time would be had by all
In a town famous for automobiles
They were with us and
Making daiquiri's on ice
I had to work that night
But they partied it up like
Champs 'til they died all right
They didn't take it to the chest
A mountain of rich bodies in the tub
Another mess for the maid to clean up
No, you got to move on don't leave me yet
No, you got to believe me
Those fuckers killed themselves
Poor Marcy scampers on the floor
She can't stop coughing
Ironically she had the most abdominal
Fortitude of us all
All we are, are suitcases
Holding other people's stuff
No, you got to move on don't leave me yet
No, you got to believe me
Follow, make me follow
They tried to make me follow, make me follow