I stopped to fill my car up,
The car felt good that day,
I didn't know where I was going,
But it felt good for a change
A five and a pocket full of silver,
I paid the lady no change,
And then it started to piss down,
I started driving again,
And then I looked up,
And looked in the mirror behind me,
And then I looked up,
And looked in the mirror behind me
A man round forty in the backseat,
Must have stepped in when I was empty,
So why's he sat there just waiting?
Likely to smash my face in
He had a bag full of money,
He said just drive me away,
I didn't know where I was going,
But it felt good to be strange
And still I look up,
And look in the mirror behind me,
And still I look up,
And look in the mirror behind me,
Curiosity is over, I stepped down from the car,
He pulled a gun from his jacket,
Said I was going to die
It gives me so much satisfaction,
To watch you beg and cry,
Well I just made up this story,
To get your attention makes me smile
I never looked up,
or looked in the mirror behind me,
I never looked up,
or looked in the mirror behind me
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