I'm in the car where Karen Silkwood was killed
Texas Ranger, won't you marry me still?
Should I come over tonight with tears in my eyes?
Sedatives in the dashboard of the car where Karen Silkwood was killed

Run off of the road, headlights shine on a new area code
Teaching a crash course to the task force
The New York Post won't show my baby's name

I'm gonna drive my lady to Crescent tonight
When I'm ready won't you marry me still?
Should you come over tonight with the radio on?
A pack of clothes in the back
I wouldn't dare adjust that dial

Cause I'm your White Knight
Under the glow of the city lights
Giving a crash course to the task force
The New York Post won't show my source's name

Tell me when the last time was that you all
Saw her lonely ghost dancing at the Banquet Hall
Nervously took her hand as everyone said knowing she wasn't there

Take it on your own terms
Take it on your own terms
You should take it on our own terms
Take it on your own terms


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Karen Silkwood song meanings
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