Caroline, I think we might be cursed We've been riding around this town in a hearse Caroline I know it makes you sick, Despite myself I can't rid myself of it
Anyone else feel the air is thin Shirt sure fits a bit too tight around my chin Keep an eye outside I'll grab the key We'll take this Lincoln for a ride down 93 It's petty crime
Caroline, I told you a lie This is no light but I'm afraid to die Caroline you know I'm no quaker But death isn't a visitor when the hearse drivers your neighbor
Hearse in reverse tore down the interstate A story to drive backwards through what I can't change I'll knock on the nursery door and you grab him Oddity pallbearer “would you let me in?”
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