Dead Weather Rolling In On A Burning Tire
The moon is always full for us,
The road is always clear
That's not...what you want to hear
One is born so one can die
You must wait a real long time
That's more...than you can bear
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're gonna set my house on fire
Just to show me...that you were there
Flowers raised up like a snake
You will raise to leave me bait
And always...always take
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the day you cast a shadow
And its's nothing like your own
the moon is always full for us
the road is always clear
that's not...what you want to hear
(that's not...what you want to hear)
Thanks to Dead-Weather-Fan
