Petty Crime - Vundabar

Caroline, I think we might be cursed

We’ve been rollin' 'round 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?

Same shirt 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 a petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, petty crime

Caroline, I told you a lie

This is no life but I’m afraid to die

Caroline, you know I’m no Quaker

But death isn’t a visitor when the hearse driver’s 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 a petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, petty crime

It’s a petty crime, petty crime

Petty crime, petty crime

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