| [00:01.869] | Clouds flash up ahead |
| [00:04.398] | "Just heat lightning," he thinks |
| [00:06.734] | No rain for the flames |
| [00:20.380] | Yeah |
| [00:36.422] | Death rides at night in a copper Pinto |
| [00:41.869] | Candy in the glove box where a revolver would go |
| [00:46.817] | His bones are trapped in greasy fat and he's |
| [00:51.236] | Shaking as he laughs at |
| [00:56.143] | Jokes about the weather and news from the fire at the mill |
| [01:02.086] | Letting parched mosquitoes drink their fill |
| [01:06.688] | Between his knuckles on the wheel while he |
| [01:11.617] | Laughs like baby pigs squeal |
| [01:16.047] | Pale eyes, huge, behind thick glasses |
| [01:18.632] | Speeding through lights, turning green as he passes |
| [01:25.039] | Says, "Weathermen are worse than those tarot card teens |
| [01:30.246] | They can't explain every little thing |
| [01:36.979] | I don't care what they say, ain't gonna rain |
| [01:42.973] | Fires aren't made just to be tamed" |
| [01:50.436] | Yeah |
| [01:54.285] | Death pulls off to piss in a patch of dry weeds |
| [01:59.436] | Aiming at every lightning bug he sees |
| [02:03.798] | Hears a creature crying from a ditch |
| [02:07.385] | You know death just can't resist it |
| [02:13.599] | He looks at all the models on the billboards going by |
| [02:20.134] | Thinking of X's in their eyes |
| [02:24.263] | He smiles at his wandering mind while he's |
| [02:28.653] | Glowing in the moonlight |
| [02:33.801] | The radio turns to static |
| [02:36.114] | He sticks his hand out the window |
| [02:38.957] | And winces at the first drops of rain, yeah |
| [02:45.164] | Huh |
| [02:49.052] | Says, "Weathermen are worse than those palm reading freaks |
| [02:54.026] | They can't explain every little thing |
| [03:01.045] | I don't care what they say about the rain |
| [03:07.996] | It's not stopping in a day, ain't no way |
| [03:14.168] | It's not gonna end 'til every coffin's swimming |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)