Verse 1
Six-foot-four in a high stakes game
We’re in the back not feeling shame
The windows are fogging, the moonlight is gone
We’re parked on the shoulder, waiting for dawn
My knees are in the ceiling, your boots are on the dash
One wrong move and we’re gonna crash!
No room to breathe, no room to hide
But it’s a lightning storm taking place inside!
Pre-Chorus
I’m tangled in the seatbelts, I’m caught in the chrome
This tiny little subcompact is our only home
The vinyl is sticking, the springs are starting to scream
It’s a claustrophobic, heavy metal dream!
Chorus
Backseat Blitzkrieg! In a four-cylinder cage
Backseat Blitzkrieg! Turning the page
Shift it into gear, baby, feel the heat
Burning up the upholstery on the rear bench seat
No leg room, no peace of mind
Leaving the world and the engine behind!
Verse 2
The stick shift is poking me right in the back
The suspension is groaning, ready to crack
You’re laughing in the dark while the rain hits the roof
If this car could talk, it’d have all the proof!
Elbows hitting glass, hair caught in the door
But we’re hungry for the metal, and we’re screaming for more
It’s a compact catastrophe, a tight-fitting sin
How do we get out once we’ve already been in?!
Bridge
(Dueling Guitar Solo: Fast, chaotic tapping and high-pitched wails)
TIGHTER!
FASTER!
The vinyl’s gonna melt!
LOCK THE DOOR!
BUCKLE THE BELT!
WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF OXYGEN!
Chorus
Backseat Blitzkrieg! In a four-cylinder cage
Backseat Blitzkrieg! Turning the page
Shift it into gear, baby, feel the heat
Burning up the upholstery on the rear bench seat
No leg room, no peace of mind
Leaving the world and the engine behind!
Outro
Yeah!
Someone call a tow truck!
We’re stuck in here!
(High-pitched scream)
BLITZKRIEG!
(Engine revving sound effect into a final crashing chord)
Goz
