Caroline, I think we might be cursed
We've been rolling '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

Suit 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
Of a petty crime, petty crime
Petty crime, petty crime
Caroline, I told you a lie

This is no light but I'm afraid to die
Caroline, you know I'm no Quaker
But death isn't a visitor when the hearse drivers 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?
Petty crime, petty crime
Petty crime, petty crime
It's petty crime, petty crime
Petty crime, petty crime