Burn Rubber Songtext
von Simon Joyner

Well, if you turn the porch light off
And let the marble night withdraw
You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps
Mosquitoes are not vampires
The moon is not your mother
And if she is preparing for a total eclipse

Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm


The clouds dream disorder
They make faces they make mud
On some ancient order
Which is no longer enforced
The sugar bowl is full of ants
Your sister is a dumpy mess
And we′re cutting off your head
To spite your shoulders

Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm

Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm