Burn Rubber کے بول

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Stay in front of the storm The clouds they dream disorder They make faces they make mud On some ancient order which is no longer in force The sugar bowl is full of ants And your sister is a dumpy mess And you're cutting off your head to spite your shoulders Get behind the wheel Stay in front of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