I don't care to be scared
When I drive my haunted car
Ghost red hot tonight
My gaze in the rearview 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


'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

She wants to give you a ride
She's gonna kill you
She wants to give you a ride
She's gonna kill you
In the backseat of my car (She wants to give you a ride)
In the backseat of my car (She's gonna kill you)
In the backseat of my car (She wants to give you a ride)
In the backseat of my car (She's gonna kill you)


In the backseat of my car
The backseat of my car
In the backseat of my car
The backseat of my car