Locked In The Trunk Of A Car — текст песни (The Tragically Hip)

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