We should have never gone the long way home, baby. Now it’s over for you and me.
Another Saturday night let’s go get drunk at make-out point. You and me. Listen to the radio and after a while hit the back seat. You and me. She said, “There’s a full moon and we’re all alone.” I said, “That’s nice it’s just you and me.” We were taking our time with my hand on her thigh. That’s when she screamed.
There’s a man in the rear-view and he’s covered in blood With a knife in his hands. And we’re all alone out here, so whatever they are We’re a part of his plans. As he opened up the door we saw his face and screamed Over and over again, “we’re dead.”