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