Those Poor Bastards The Dust Storm
theres a dust storm formin in the sky
blowin down the road bout 12 feet high
its tearin up my lungs it burns my eyes
take off your dress put on your face
take off your dress put on your face
im feelin wild
we'll spend the dough your savin in that jar
ignore the screams a comin from the car
lets forget we're miserable and poor
take off you face put on your dress
take off you face put on your dress
im feelin wild
how many hours do i have left with you
before revelations does come true
we gotta find ourselves something to do
take off that dress put on your face
take off that dress put on your face
im feelin wild
you know that shit behind old millers pond
istole the key last time he sold us corn
the light within it shines so f..ckin warm
take off your face put on your dress
take off your face put on your dress
im feelin wild
theres a dust storm formin in the sky
blowin down the road bout 12 feet high
its tearin up my lungs it burns my eyes
take off your dress put on your face
its tearin up my lungs it burns my eyes
take off that dress put on your face
take off your dress put on your face
take off your dress put on your face
im feelin wild
im feelin wild
im feelin wild
take off your face put on your dress
