there's blood on the seat
in the back of our car
late afternoon down east side
don't know the consequences

we have enough gas
speed to the burbs
the wolf can talk us through
he knows the consequences

deeper and deeper
we sink with our ship
we walked goddamn the plank
don't know the consequences

like trickless magicians
and screaming mimes
we're out of our element
and running out of time
don't know the consequences

screwed us on the dope but we
shouldn't have cut their throats
we're out of our element
don't know the consequences

there's blood on the seat
in the back of our car
we're out of our element
and we don't know the consequences