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