| A howling wind is whistling in the night | 
| My dog is growling in the dark | 
| Something's pulling me outside | 
| To ride around in circles | 
| I know that you have got the time | 
| Coz anything I want, you do | 
| You'll take a ride through the strangers | 
| Who don't understand how to feel | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| I'll let some air come in the window | 
| Kind of wakes me up a little | 
| I don't turn on the radio | 
| Coz they play shit, like.... You know | 
| When your hand was down on my dick | 
| It felt quite amazing | 
| And now that, that is all over | 
| All we've got is the silence | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| So come on mandolins, play | 
| When I touched you | 
| I felt that you still had your baby fat | 
| And a little taste of baby's breath | 
| Makes me forget about death | 
| At your age you're still joking | 
| It ain't time yet for the choking | 
| So now we can see the movie and see each other truly | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| In the deathcar, we're alive | 
| I want to hear some mandolins |