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 off the road of my car.
Not going far, not going far

It's coming down, they're coming 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 am the one, blood on the sofa
Blood in the sink, blood in the truck
High at the wheel of a bull black nova
and I'm sorry as a setting sun,
this can't be undone, this can't be undone

It's in my hair, there's blood in the sink
I can't calm down, I can't think
I keep calling, there's blood in the trunk
I can't calm down,
I freak out, black out