Karaoké Locked in the Trunk of a Car The Tragically Hip

They don't know how old I am

They found armor in my belly

From the sixteenth century

Conquistador I think

They don't know how old I am

They found armor in my belly

Passion out of machine revving tension

Lashing out at machine revving tension

Rushing by the machine revving tension

Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop

The end of a line a real rainbow-likening, luck stop

Where you could say I became chronologically fucked up

Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off

Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map

I even thought I forgot it

However everyday

I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand

Yeah

And I found a place it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool sweet kinda place where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map that I'd carefully dotted

However everyday

I'm dumping the body

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand

Yeah

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out