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I see the lightning from the down in Mexico
And I see my speedometer work
I cross the desert and disappear the tumbleweeds
I tip the and bite the lime

I hear the from the storm down in Mexico
And I leave the border far
I feel the coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the

There no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you very well be a lie
I've been from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold black of mine
To alive

Well, I feel the wind blow the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for hundred miles
I cross the river and my shoes up on the other side
I tip the and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to story at all
Anything I tell you very could be a lie
away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold black, sun-cracked of mine
To alive

Come alive,

Well, I feel the rain from the storm down in Mexico
Truck go no further, out of gas
I walk through the desert past the and a rattlesnake
I tip the and bite the lime

There ain't no to this story at all
And anything I you very well could be a lie
There no morals to these stories at all
And everything I tell you, you can bet be a lie
I away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm waiting for that cold black, sun-cracked
Numb-inside, soul of
To alive

alive
Come
Come