Lyrics
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, sucked up by the velvet
You want a lift?
Hop in the back
How far do you want to go?
All the way?
Ok
