ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - The Coffin Hot Rod (Original)

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(Verse 1)
We built a custom engine out of cemetery iron
And tuned up the exhaust to scream like a siren
The chassis was a casket made of polished mahogany
Built for a couple locked in teenage idolatry
We fired up the pistons in the graveyard mud
(Chorus)
And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod
A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod
The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat
As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly
(Verse 2)
The headlights were shining a demonic shade of red
Blasting through the valleys of the forgotten dead
The rearview mirror showed a cloud of black bats
Chasing down the highway past the old alley cats
But nothing living could ever match our speed
(Chorus)
And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod
A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod
The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat
As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly
(Verse 3)
You gripped the steering wheel with a skeleton glove
Singing out a ballad to our supernatural love
The speed dial passed the one-hundred-and-ten
We were going to places we could never leave again
With the slap-back echo vibrating the floor
(Chorus)
And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod
A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod
The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat
As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly
(Verse 4)
The sirens were wailing from a phantom patrol
But a mortal policeman can’t catch a dead soul
We blew past the barricade of silver and blue
And laughed at the danger like we always used to
Two outlaws riding in an iron-bound grave
(Chorus)
And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod
A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod
The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat
As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly
(Verse 5)
The road shot straight into the starry black sky
Where the old vinyl records go to spin and to die
We’re cruising forever on a nebula track
With a leather-jacket phantom sitting in the back
Locked in a rockabilly race with the moon
(Chorus)
And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod
A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod
The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat
As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly

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(Verse 1) We built a custom engine out of cemetery iron And tuned up the exhaust to scream like a siren The chassis was a casket made of polished mahogany Built for a couple locked in teenage idolatry We fired up the pistons in the graveyard mud (Chorus) And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly (Verse 2) The headlights were shining a demonic shade of red Blasting through the valleys of the forgotten dead The rearview mirror showed a cloud of black bats Chasing down the highway past the old alley cats But nothing living could ever match our speed (Chorus) And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly (Verse 3) You gripped the steering wheel with a skeleton glove Singing out a ballad to our supernatural love The speed dial passed the one-hundred-and-ten We were going to places we could never leave again With the slap-back echo vibrating the floor (Chorus) And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly (Verse 4) The sirens were wailing from a phantom patrol But a mortal policeman can’t catch a dead soul We blew past the barricade of silver and blue And laughed at the danger like we always used to Two outlaws riding in an iron-bound grave (Chorus) And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly (Verse 5) The road shot straight into the starry black sky Where the old vinyl records go to spin and to die We’re cruising forever on a nebula track With a leather-jacket phantom sitting in the back Locked in a rockabilly race with the moon (Chorus) And we’re tearing it up in the coffin hot rod A gothic drag racer that is mocking the sod The guitars are thumping out a rockabilly beat As we burn up the rubber on the phantom street Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s fly

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