(Verse 1) We bought a custom ride from a junkyard yard A long black hearse with a body guard We painted up the hood with a crimson flame And rode into the night playing a reckless game The engine purring like a cat in a cage (Chorus) And we’re driving a custom coffin for two A gothic rockabilly highway running over you The drums are thumping out a graveyard beat As we speed past the houses on Lonely Street Oh baby, close the lid and let’s go (Verse 2) You lay in the back on the velvet bed With a crown of dark thorns on your beautiful head The radio was blasting out a slap-back sound That echoed through the valley and the burial ground While the headlights cut right through the mist (Chorus) And we’re driving a custom coffin for two A gothic rockabilly highway running over you The drums are thumping out a graveyard beat As we speed past the houses on Lonely Street Oh baby, close the lid and let’s go (Verse 3) The police car chased us with a siren scream But we were flying fast through a twisted dream They can’t catch a hot rod that is powered by fate We blew right through the lock on the cemetery gate Leaving a trail of burning rubber behind (Chorus) And we’re driving a custom coffin for two A gothic rockabilly highway running over you The drums are thumping out a graveyard beat As we speed past the houses on Lonely Street Oh baby, close the lid and let’s go (Verse 4) We parked the long hearse by the family vault A teenage tragedy that was nobody's fault We watched the stars fall from a purple sky And laughed about the way that the mortals die With tape hiss humming in the dashboard wires (Chorus) And we’re driving a custom coffin for two A gothic rockabilly highway running over you The drums are thumping out a graveyard beat As we speed past the houses on Lonely Street Oh baby, close the lid and let’s go (Verse 5) So turn the key off and let the static play We’ll sleep in this car till the judgment day Two gothic outlaws in an iron machine The wildest rebels that the world has seen Forever cruising on a midnight loop (Chorus) And we’re driving a custom coffin for two A gothic rockabilly highway running over you The drums are thumping out a graveyard beat As we speed past the houses on Lonely Street Oh baby, close the lid and let’s go
