the dead weather
rolling in on a burning tire
The moon is always full for us The road is always clear That's not what you want to hear One is born so one can die You must wait for a really long time That's more you can bear And the days will come and ago And the band will march alone Till the day you cast a shadow That looks nothing like your own Rolling in a burning tire Youre gonna set my house on fire Just to show me You were there Well I was raised up like a snake You were raised to leave me bait I always, always take And the days will come and ago And the band will march alone Till the day you cast a shadow That looks nothing like your own The moon is always full for us The road is always clear That's not what you want to hear That's not what you want to hear