Rolling In On A Burning Tire - The Dead Weather

The moon is always full for us

The road is always clear

But that’s not what you want to hear

One is born so one can die

You must wait a real long time

That’s more than you can bear

And the days will come and go

And the band will march along

Till the day you cast a shadow

And it’s nothing like your own

Rolling in on a burning tire

You’re going to set my house on fire

Just to show me you were there

Well, I was raised up like a snake

You were raised to leave me bait

I always, always take

And the days will come and go

And the band will march along

Till the day you cast a shadow

And it’s nothing like your own

The moon is always full for us

The road is always clear

But that’s not what you want to hear

That’s not what you want to hear