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I see the lightning from the storm down in Mexico
And I see my speedometer doesn′t work
I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
I hear the thunder from the storm down in Mexico
And I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I′ve been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold, black soul of mine
To come alive
I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
And there ain′t no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I′ve been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I′m just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive, yeah
Well, I feel the raindrops from the storm down in Mexico
Truck will go no further, out of gas
I walk through the desert, past a lizard and a rattlesnake
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
There ain′t no morals to these stories at all
And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie
I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I′m just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked, numb-inside soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Come alive
And I see my speedometer doesn′t work
I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
I hear the thunder from the storm down in Mexico
And I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I′ve been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold, black soul of mine
To come alive
I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
And there ain′t no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I′ve been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I′m just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive, yeah
Well, I feel the raindrops from the storm down in Mexico
Truck will go no further, out of gas
I walk through the desert, past a lizard and a rattlesnake
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all
And anything I tell you very well could be a lie
There ain′t no morals to these stories at all
And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie
I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I′m just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked, numb-inside soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Writer(s): Arthur "buddy" Edwards, Brian Blush, Paul H. Naffah, Roger Clyne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com