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 Yeah 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 Let me out Let me out