he came and shot her parents both in the head

dragged them outside, put the bodies in the shed

collected up her things, put them in his trunk

he sat her on his lap right next to his gun

the prairies of nebraska, soaked in blood

the love made between them using his gun

and the bodies stacked in rows

the dead they will never know

showed his carol-ann how to use a knife

picked up slowly, killed with it twice

shot who they could, snapped the neck of a dog

stole a dead man's car and the engine stalled

the prairies of nebraska, soaked in blood

the love made between them using his gun

and the bodies stacked in rows

the dead they will never know

they executed him with her name on his lips

he loved her in life just as much in death

and sometimes i feel like we're heading down the same road

sometimes i feel like we're just like them