Lyrics
I don't care to be scared
When I drive my haunted car
Ghost red hot tonight
My gaze in the rear view mirror
And I see the backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
Shopping bags falling down
Apples, honey, and cucumber
In the heat of night
Milk leaks, sucked up by the velvet
And I see the backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
You want a lift?
Hop in the back
How far do you want to go?
All the way?
Okay
She wants to give you a ride
She's gonna kill you
She wants to give you a ride
She's gonna kill you
The backseat of my car
She wants to give you a ride
The backseat of my car
She's gonna kill you
The backseat of my car
She wants to give you a ride
The backseat of my car
She's gonna kill you
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
