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
Shopping bags falling down
Apples roll, magazine crumpled
In the heat of night
Milk leaks, s**ed up by the velvet
'Cause I see the backseat of my car
Yes I see the backseat of my car
Oh I see the backseat of my car
You want a lift?
Hop in the back
How far do you want to go?
All the way?
Ok
'Cause I see the backseat of my car
Yes I see the backseat of my car
Oh I see the backseat of my car