Burn Rubber

But if you turn the porch light out
And let the marble night withdraw
You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps
The mosquitos are not vampires
The moon is not your mother
Even 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 they dream disorder
They make faces they make mud
On some ancient order which is no longer in force

The sugar bowl is full of ants
And your sister is a dumpy mess
And you'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