Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

They don't know how old I am

They found armor in my belly

From the 16th century

Conquistador, I think

They don't know how old I am

They found armor in my belly

Passion out of machine revving tension

Lashing out at machine revving tension

Brushing by the machine revving tension

Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop

The end of a line, a real rainbow-likening, luck stop

Where you could say I became chronologically fucked up

Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off

The I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it

However, every day I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand

Yeah

And I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool, sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map that I carefully dotted

However, every day I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out