[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