Locked In The Trunk Of A Car - Remastered

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
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 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