The Bowling Pin

I'm the one to say I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but none of this seem like crime to me
It's morbid, but it must be done
Nothing heard, nothing said, one more purist is dead
In the corner there's a Roman dwarf, turning into a horse

Call them in
World is moving at my will
Boredom, it's taking up their time until I call them in
Turn out the light now, they're still moving

Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin
When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine
This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails
We don't do curses in remorse

It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness, I understand
You see it's not the first time for me
I've already turned my back to you to get a stab, then a kiss, you're loving this
It has to wait, it's you you hate

Call them in
Words are meaningless until I say them
But you've been called upon to sin
I call you in

Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin
When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine
This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails
We don't do curses in remorse