the tragically hip
locked in the trunk of a car
They don't know how old I am, They found armor in my belly From the sixteenth century Conquistador, I think They don't know how old I am, They found armor in my belly Passion out of machine revving tension Lashing out at machine revving tension Rushing by the machine revving tension  Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop The end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop Where you could say I became chronologically fucked up Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped up  Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted It's a cool, sweet kinda place Where the coppers won't spot it And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it, However, everyday 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  Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted It's a cool, sweet kinda place Where the coppers won't spot it And I destroyed the map that I'd carefully dotted, However, everyday I'm dumping the body  It'd be better for us if you don't understand It'd be better for us if you don't understand It'd be better for me if you don't understand  Let me out Let me out  Let me out Let me out  Let me out