She came from Detroit City / Nineteen-Fifty-Eight
Plymouth Fury, bloody red / She will accelerate to a deadly speed
She's a killer machine / Take a suicide ride with
Christine, Christine
Demon automobile
In a jealous rage
She's death on wheels
Can't be destroyed
Psychotic transmission
Murder under the hood
Don't start her ignition
Keep a knocking / But you can't come in
Body by Plymouth / Soul by Satan
Don't mess with Arnie / She'll hunt you down
On a killing spree / All through the town
She came from Detroit City
Nineteen-Fifty-Eight
Plymouth Fury
She'll accelerate
to a deadly speed
She's a killer machine
Nobody wants to ride with
Christine, Christine
Go!
Keep a knocking / But you can't come in
She's bad to the bone / Evil fueled engine
She's fear on four wheels / She's a killer machine
Take a suicide ride with
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The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja