Petty Crime

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
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh