Exhaust pipes groan.

Cannon shots ring.

We bitch and moan.

Circling around

the county courthouse, [which]

has all gone dark.

And the girls have gone to the movies.

Bill’s is washed in the sober light

and shitty punk rock flows

in and out, loud and soft

down on skid row (OH!)

We shout, shout, let it all out.

But everyone is at the movies.

Everyone is at the movies.

Now we fight about the weather,

bituminous weather,

and whether the tornado will tear us apart.

Now we fight about the weather.

We used to talk about the weather,

and whether the weather will tear us apart.

Mister Twister, can you hear me?

I’m underneath yr cyclone.

With your Old-Testament morality,

I’m a fucking disaster zone.

Chemistry in the stoner night,

boys are high-as-a-kite in Kincaid,

and cuckolding at the crossroads in Clarksdale. (OH!)

Elder brothers have gone to jail,

but everyone else is at the movies.

Everyone else is at the movies.

Now we fight about the weather,

bituminous weather,

and whether the tornado will tear us apart.

Now we fight about the weather.

We used to talk about the weather,

and whether the weather will tear us apart.

benediction

Gotta get some good, good lovin’.

Oooo, the good-weather lovin’!

Gotta get some good, good love in.

Oooooo, the good-weather love-in!

Whether the weather will the tear us apart

LOVE LOVE LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE

LOVE LOVE LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE

Whether the weather will the tear us apart…