Don't Park Next To Me

My ears, they haven't stopped ringing for weeks
So I drove around the park and I found the lot empty
But four cars pull in as I pull the key
And I've got things on me I don't want them to see
Don't park next to me please

Don't park next, don't park next to me
Cause I've got things I don't want you to see
The skeleton in my trunk and the one in the front seat
It's always a demon dressed up as a priest
When I don't know you and you don't know me
You don't know me

So maybe I'm a little bit paranoid
Cause I ain't here for no picnic
No picnic here
No picnic here
No