Locked in the Trunk of a Car Lyrics

Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop the end of a line a real, rainbow-likeing, luck stop where you could say I became chronologically "sick and ashamed and happy". 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. it'd be better for me if you don't understand they don't know how old I am, they 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 machiine-revving tension, brushing by the machine-revving tension