I don't care to be scared When I drive my haunted car Ghost red hot tonight My gaze in the rear view mirror And I see the backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car Shopping bags falling down Apples, honey, and cucumber In the heat of night Milk leaks, sucked up by the velvet And I see the backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car You want a lift? Hop in the back How far do you want to go? All the way? Okay She wants to give you a ride She's gonna kill you She wants to give you a ride She's gonna kill you The backseat of my car She wants to give you a ride The backseat of my car She's gonna kill you The backseat of my car She wants to give you a ride The backseat of my car She's gonna kill you The backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car The backseat of my car