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I see the lightning from the storm in Mexico
And I see my speedometer doesn't
I cross the desert and into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the

I hear the thunder the storm down in Mexico
And I the border far behind
I feel the coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
I tip the and bite the lime

There no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you very could be a lie
I've been away from the living, I need to be forgiven
I'm waiting for that cold black soul of mine
To alive

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

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

Come alive,

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

There ain't no to this story at all
And anything I you very well could be a lie
There ain't no morals to these at all
And everything I you, you can bet will be a lie
I been away from the living, I don't to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold black,
Numb-inside, of mine
To come

alive
Come
Come