Well I could see the storm a'comin A'comin from miles away I accidentally bit your lip And the blood made it's display Like black clouds and lightnin Like thunder and rain Well I could taste the blood all right But I couldn't feel the pain The weatherman was wrong Well he said the storm would pa** before too long Yea but when two fronts like us collide There's just no telling when or if the storm will ever subside Well you spew and spit as I sit and sigh and shift
As you cry and fall apart And I slither away like the snake I am Sneaky snake with an icey heart Well you know that out here on the prarie Dreams are made of sod When those black clouds come rollin in They can turn your dreams to mud The weatherman was wrong He said the storm would pa** before too long Yea but when two fronts like us collide There's just no telling when or if the storm will ever subside