The Tragically Hip Locked in the Trunk of a Car Lyrics

They don't know how old I am
Found armour in my belly
From the 16th 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 backside of a truck-stop
End of a line a real, rainbow-likening luck stop
Where you could say I became chronologically f___ed 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 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
Even better for me if you don't understand
Yuh

And I found a place it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda 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
Better for me if you don't understand
Yuh
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out

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