Caroline, I think we might be cursed

We′ve been rolling 'round this town in a hearse

Caroline, I know it makes ′u sickDespite myself, I can't rid myself of it

Anyone else feel the air is thin'

Suit 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

Of a petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, 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?"

Petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, petty crime

It′s petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, petty crime