The Walkabouts - No Rhyme, No Reason lyrics

Heat lightning crashin' on the mesa Paints a crooked line Already told this story But you didn't listen the first time And though I'll tell it all again I know you'll stop me Before the end The Burnpile grows From the kindling Of our souls You could never fathom That this emptiness won't let you be It's wrapped tight around you Like the branches of a mesquite tree In this country of the dead Brazen hunger still gets fed Nowhere, no more, no nothin' No way, no how, nobody No chance, no fool worth his salt Nowhere, no more, no nothin' No how, no rhyme, no reason No good can rise out of it Nowhere, no more, no nothin' No good can rise out of it Came across the Jackal's path He just kept runnin' Did not look back Clandestinos they are out there Spinnin' donuts in the gravel field They won't go down quiet That was never part of their deal A scorpion closed in by flame Stings himself to d**h Simple and plain