The Hitman Tommy Stearns

Lyrics

Maybe a random shot From the back seat of a red Subaru But really, no shooting Really, no shooting If you must, get in close If you must, get in close If you must, get in close and smell... But where's the stiff? Where's the glass along the sidewalk? I could show you The reeling inside my mind The feeling that I hide inside If I could show you The feeling that I hide inside Maybe I'd change my mind Now now, Tommy It's not a Legacy It's just a Subaru It's the goddamned back seat of a red Subaru And any of these might be Subarus And there's the city There's the car window There's the street And there, and there... There's the stiff There's the glass along the sidewalk