Whirlwind Songtext
von Mike Gordon

Beep kiddley dah, brush my teeth
Look in the mirror, see flames beneath that old toaster
Why does it gotta burn that way
I make some calls, make some calls
Please help me to get the black soot off them walls, rub a bottle
Genie blinks in asks me what I be meaning to say

My eyes are glazed, on my porch the blaze is raging
You call me saying you′re stir-crazy, come save me
And when we calm before the storm, baby
A tumbleweed whacks me in the forehead, it don't phase me

It′s a whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)
It's a whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)


You better see
What the gentleman with the gun just did
He snuck out a card and swallowed it
Swallowed it down in his mouth
And so now things are getting a bit salty
A little too salty
A twister brushes through and shuffles de facto
I get out my seat, leave the saloon, shuffle out

I'm haulin′ face in the mud, and chased by shadows
Ain′t no grace when death can't save me
And when we calm before the storm, baby
A tumbleweed whacks me in the forehead, it don′t phase me

It's a whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)
You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)

You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)
You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)

You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)
You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)


You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)
You got your whirlwind, a tailspin
A hailstone in a dustbin (ooh)