Radio Werewolf - 1960 Cadillac Hearse | Текст песни

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• Radio Werewolf
• 1960 Cadillac Hearse

Driving down a desolate highway
Headlights burning red like a demons eyes
There's a shadow in your rear view mirror
You'll never get off this road alive
From the suicide doors to a moonlit fence
Hear glasspacked straw men blowing in the wind
She's a hitchhikers nightmare a morticians dream
(Burnin rubber on route 1915)

I turn off the ignition
With my skeleton key
Hear the black tires grinding there
As she screeches out of the cemetary
My baby says I'm crazy but I think its a curse
Cause I'm in love with my 1960 cadillac hearse!

She's not an inanimate object!
Why can't people see?
50000 miles of funerals
A charter cruise for eternity
My dad says I'm psycho well I'll get me a nurse
Cause I'm in love with my 1960 cadillac hearse!

I can't really explain it
What happened to me that night
It wasn't me that was driving
No I'll never forget that sight
As my hearse drove me into the graveyard
I couldn't believe my eyes
A thousand rotting cadavers
They all began to rise
Then I saw her behind the tombstone
Yes it was her the girl of my dreams
So beautiful there in the moonlight
So ghostly and serene
Leave this world behind you, she said
As she took me by the hand
You belong here with us now
The living don't understand!

So if you're driving ...