Thunder and lightning And a handful of dust Filled with awe and wonderlust Born in the desert under a moon that wanes Hatched on a rock in the devil's rain I can make it easy I can make it hard Shuffle up that deck boy And play your best card
Shifty fingers, icy hands I see my baby's made other plans
I smell trouble like cheap talking wine She made love like a capital crime The face of an angel for all of my sins She had me do unspeakable things She gonna take you down, down, down She gonna bury you six feet underground
Thunder and lightning And a handful of dust Filled with awe and wonderlust Born in the desert under a moon that wanes Hatched on a rock in the desert rain A tsunami of swagger walked through the door With a barbecue gun and a bandy whore
I smell trouble like a rat without a tail Or a choirboy who's singing just out on bail The face of an angel for all of my sins She had me do unspeakable things She gonna take you down, down, down She gonna bury you six feet underground
Thunder and lightning And a handful of dust Filled with awe and wonderlust Born in the desert under a moon that wanes Hatched on a rock in the devil's rain"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
