(Verse 1) We took a sharp turn down on Dead Man's Ridge The headlights flickering on the wooden bridge A bolt of green lightning tore the night-sky wide With a leather-jacket phantom running right by our side The engine was coughing up a dark black smoke (Chorus) And we’re heading straight down to the neon gallows line A classic teenage tragedy from a spooky time The drums are thumping out a gothic beat On a midnight highway full of phantom heat Oh baby, step on it, we’re running out of track (Verse 2) The dashboard clock is stuck at midnight sharp The wind through the radiator sounds like a harp You spray your sweet perfume but it smells like dust And the door on the passenger side is full of rust As we chase a red light that is miles away (Chorus) And we’re heading straight down to the neon gallows line A classic teenage tragedy from a spooky time The drums are thumping out a gothic beat On a midnight highway full of phantom heat Oh baby, step on it, we’re running out of track (Verse 3) The radio is howling with a tape-hiss scream A rockabilly record from a twisted dream The guitar is distorted with a heavy echo sound Bouncing off the trees and the hollowed-out ground There ain't no turning back to the mortal world (Chorus) And we’re heading straight down to the neon gallows line A classic teenage tragedy from a spooky time The drums are thumping out a gothic beat On a midnight highway full of phantom heat Oh baby, step on it, we’re running out of track (Verse 4) I look in the rearview and the road is gone Just an endless abyss where we used to run You flash a sharp smile in the dashboard glow Ready for the places where the bad kids go To a midnight theater that is playing our doom (Chorus) And we’re heading straight down to the neon gallows line A classic teenage tragedy from a spooky time The drums are thumping out a gothic beat On a midnight highway full of phantom heat Oh baby, step on it, we’re running out of track (Verse 5) We fly off the edge where the neon burns bright Into a cold, eternal, rockabilly night Our names are written on a classic vinyl plate Spinning forever at the cemetery gate Two gothic rebels in an iron machine (Chorus) And we’re heading straight down to the neon gallows line A classic teenage tragedy from a spooky time The drums are thumping out a gothic beat On a midnight highway full of phantom heat Oh baby, step on it, we’re running out of track
