Lyrics: Death is driving a Pontiac tonight, 66 Catalina with a rusted tainted lights, Pulling into Barney’s and that convenience store, Left a poor clerk lying beheaded on the floor.
??? no money left in the drawer, Death is driving a Pontiac evening of the score, Rolling across Wyoming on a mission from their Lord, Death is driving a Pontiac for sure.
The freak behind the wheel, Cowboy is his name, He’s killed in all over 48, he likes to claim, His partner’s name is Eugene, can’t wait to kill again, Only thing he’s good at, he’s been killing since he’s ten.
Death is driving a Pontiac on a mission from their Lord, The devil don’t drive Mopars and the devil don’t drive Fords, Shotgun blast is fast but a straight razor hurts more, They skin them while they’re living till it’s death they’re begging for.
They answered to a higher power, old Satan down below, He speaks to them directly through their Delco radio, Sometimes he sounds exactly just like David Allan Coe, Sometimes Bobby Darin, sometimes Barry Manilow.
Death is driving a Pontiac tonight, The heads in the back are stinking, but the boys think it’s alright, They love the smell of death, it makes them feel alive, Just slam another lucky and drop it into drive.
They’re killin’ for a livin’, they have an ugly time, Diggin’ shallow graves and coverin’ bodies up with lime, They think they’ll be rewarded by Old Scratch for all their crimes, But the devil can’t be trusted, he’s gonna screw you every time.
The Delco’s barkin’ orders while Eugene loads his gun, The Dixie Cups sing "Go down to the chapel, have some fun", The bride she looks so lovely as she crumbles to the ground, The wedding part is over and death has come to town.
Raisin flowers flyin’ as that scattergun does sing, A little boy is cryin’, he’s still carrying the ring, Cowboy stands before him, his devil eyes aflame, Sits him on the altar and then shotgun sings again.
Cowboy and his new bride with her scarlet wedding gown, They’re riding in the back and Eugene drives them out of town, The news is on the radio, the countryside is in fear, The honeymoon is over, let’s bury her right here.
Death is driving a Pontiac on a mission from their Lord, The devil don’t drive Mopars and the devil don’t drive Fords, Shotgun blast is fast but a straight razor hurts much more, They skin them while they’re living till it’s death they’re begging for.
I know these monsters all too well just like I know myself, You see, I too have been to hell, at Satan’s feet I’ve knelt, Then Gabriel enlisted me in the army of the Lord, I traded my damnation for Dan Wesson .44.
Death is driving a Pontiac tonight, If you see them comin’, you’d best run for your life, There was a time I rolled with them to my everlasting shame, But I’ll send their souls to hell when we finally meet again.
I am obsessed with this song.
ReplyDeleteCan I get the lyrics, guys -- pretty, pretty please? I can't find them anywhere and I'm steadfast falling in love with this group.
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ReplyDeleteDeath is driving a Pontiac tonight,
66 Catalina with a rusted tainted lights,
Pulling into Barney’s and that convenience store,
Left a poor clerk lying beheaded on the floor.
??? no money left in the drawer,
Death is driving a Pontiac evening of the score,
Rolling across Wyoming on a mission from their Lord,
Death is driving a Pontiac for sure.
The freak behind the wheel, Cowboy is his name,
He’s killed in all over 48, he likes to claim,
His partner’s name is Eugene, can’t wait to kill again,
Only thing he’s good at, he’s been killing since he’s ten.
Death is driving a Pontiac on a mission from their Lord,
The devil don’t drive Mopars and the devil don’t drive Fords,
Shotgun blast is fast but a straight razor hurts more,
They skin them while they’re living till it’s death they’re begging for.
They answered to a higher power, old Satan down below,
He speaks to them directly through their Delco radio,
Sometimes he sounds exactly just like David Allan Coe,
Sometimes Bobby Darin, sometimes Barry Manilow.
Death is driving a Pontiac tonight,
The heads in the back are stinking, but the boys think it’s alright,
They love the smell of death, it makes them feel alive,
Just slam another lucky and drop it into drive.
They’re killin’ for a livin’, they have an ugly time,
Diggin’ shallow graves and coverin’ bodies up with lime,
They think they’ll be rewarded by Old Scratch for all their crimes,
But the devil can’t be trusted, he’s gonna screw you every time.
The Delco’s barkin’ orders while Eugene loads his gun,
The Dixie Cups sing "Go down to the chapel, have some fun",
The bride she looks so lovely as she crumbles to the ground,
The wedding part is over and death has come to town.
Raisin flowers flyin’ as that scattergun does sing,
A little boy is cryin’, he’s still carrying the ring,
Cowboy stands before him, his devil eyes aflame,
Sits him on the altar and then shotgun sings again.
Cowboy and his new bride with her scarlet wedding gown,
They’re riding in the back and Eugene drives them out of town,
The news is on the radio, the countryside is in fear,
The honeymoon is over, let’s bury her right here.
Death is driving a Pontiac on a mission from their Lord,
The devil don’t drive Mopars and the devil don’t drive Fords,
Shotgun blast is fast but a straight razor hurts much more,
They skin them while they’re living till it’s death they’re begging for.
I know these monsters all too well just like I know myself,
You see, I too have been to hell, at Satan’s feet I’ve knelt,
Then Gabriel enlisted me in the army of the Lord,
I traded my damnation for Dan Wesson .44.
Death is driving a Pontiac tonight,
If you see them comin’, you’d best run for your life,
There was a time I rolled with them to my everlasting shame,
But I’ll send their souls to hell when we finally meet again.
Death is driving a Pontiac tonight.