Bull Black Nova

It’s in my hair
It’s on my clothes
It’s in the river over the road
It’s shining down, my angry star
Hanging on the hood of my car

I’m not going far
I’m not going far

 [bad word] down
 [bad word] up the shoulders
What have they found?
I wonder if they know
I’m in a bull black Chevy Nova
Silhouetted by the setting sun

This can’t be undone
This can’t be undone

If I’m the one with blood on my sofa
Blood in the sink, blood in the [bad word] 
High at the wheel of a bull black Nova
Then I’m sorry as the setting sun

This can’t be undone
Can’t be [bad word] 

It’s in my head
There’s blood in the sink
I can’t calm down
I can’t think
I keep calling there’s blood in the [bad word] 
I can’t calm down

Pick up
Pick up