Caroline, I think we might be cursed We’ve been rollin’ ’round 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? Same shirt 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 a petty crime, petty crime Petty crime, petty crime
Caroline, I told you a lie This is no life but I’m afraid to die Caroline, you know I’m no Quaker But death isn’t a visitor when the hearse driver’s 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?
It’s a petty crime, petty crime Petty crime, petty crime It’s a petty crime, petty crime Petty crime, petty crime