Testo di Petty Crime

Caroline, I think we might be cursed We've been rolling '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 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