Petty Crime Songtext
von Vundabar

Caroline, I think we might be cursed
We′ve been rolling 'round this town in a hearse
Caroline, I know it makes ′u 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