I Stopped to Fill My Car Up

I stopped to fill my car up,

The car felt good that day,

I didn't know where I was going,

But it felt good for a change

A five and a pocket full of silver,

I paid the lady no change,

And then it started to piss down,

I started driving again,

And then I looked up,

And looked in the mirror behind me,

And then I looked up,

And looked in the mirror behind me

A man round forty in the backseat,

Must have stepped in when I was empty,

So why's he sat there just waiting?

Likely to smash my face in

He had a bag full of money,

He said just drive me away,

I didn't know where I was going,

But it felt good to be strange

And still I look up,

And look in the mirror behind me,

And still I look up,

And look in the mirror behind me,

Curiosity is over,

I stepped down from the car,

He pulled a gun from his jacket,

Said I was going to die

It gives me so much satisfaction,

To watch you beg and cry,

Well I just made up this story,

To get your attention makes me smile

I never looked up,

or looked in the mirror behind me,

I never looked up,

or looked in the mirror behind me