Artist: The Tragically Hip
Song: locked in the trunk of a car
They don't know how old I am
They found amour in my belly
From the 16th century, conquistador, I think
They don't know how old I am
They found amour in my belly
Passion out of machine revving tension
Lashing out at machine revving tension
Brushing by the machine revving tension
Morning broke out the backside of a truck stop
The end of a line, a real rainbow likening luck stop
Where you could say I became chronologically fucked up
Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off
Then I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it
And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it
However, everyday I'm dumping the body
Better for us if you don't understand
Even better for me if you don't understand
And I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it
And I destroyed the map that I carefully dotted
However everyday I'm dumping the body
It'd be better for us if you don't understand
It'd be better for us if you don't understand
Even better for me if you don't understand
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out
