Songtext von Red Tide

There's a smell here that stands my hairs on end Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar And jackknifes on the nine And seabirds choked on fishing line Clouds are a hush but the chainsaws mush on to Custer and Columbia Salty tentacles drink in the sun but the red tide is over The mollusks they have won There's a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit When the match made them sweet When the engine turned over and beat up our street Oh, that was the day To remember I remember because of the fires that leapt From the caves of the things that have not happened yet When I think of it now they smell to me quite sinister I want to go back and die at the drive in Die before strangers can say I hate the rain I hate the rain