The Tragically Hip Locked In the Trunk of a Car song lyrics

They don't know how old I am

They found armour in my belly

From the sixteenth century

Conquistador, I think

They don't know how old I am

They found armour in my belly

Passion out of machine revving tension

Lashing out at machine revving tension

Brushing by the machine revving tension

Morning broke out the back side of a truck stop

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 kind of place where the copters won't spot it

And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it

However, every day 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

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

It's a cool, sweet kind of place where the copters won't spot it

And I destroyed the map that I carefully dotted

However, every day 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

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out