The Backseat Of My Car

I don't care to be scared
When I drive my haunted car
Ghost red hot tonight
My gaze in the rear view mirror

'Cause I see the backseat of my car
Yes I see the backseat of my car
Oh I see the backseat of my car

'Cause I see the backseat of my car
Yes I see the backseat of my car
Oh I see the backseat of my car

Shopping bags falling down
Apples roll, magazine crumpled
In the heat of night
Milk leaks, sucked up by the velvet

And I see the back seat of my car
'Cause the backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
'Cause 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

('Cause the backseat of my car)
She wants to give you a ride
('Cause the backseat of my car)
She wants to give you a ride
('Cause the backseat of my car)
She wants to give you a ride
('Cause the backseat of my car)
She's gonna kill you

The back seat of my car
The back seat of my car
The back seat of my car
The back seat of my car