Gearheads of War

Dear Dominique I wrote to tell you you're delightful
Still I know you want a strangle or a mouth full
Of gasoline or to be tied up and stoned
I wrote to tell you that I hope you're feeling better
Self addressed stamped envelope stuffed with your own death letter
Written in blood and in your own handwriting
There's a house on the block that's empty now that Dominique's gone

Well 13524 Park and East Boulevard
Your last stroll down the block was in the trunk of a car
I must admit that we never thought you'd go this far
Dear Dominique well I hope you're feeling better
You look so cute writing out your own death letter
Well now there's no one to watch your TV