Petty Crime

Caroline, I think we might be cursed

We’ve been riding around 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

Shirt sure 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

It’s 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?”

It’s petty crime