The Dust Storm - Those Poor Bastards

There’s a dust storm forming in the sky

Blowing down the road about twelve feet high

It’s tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes

Take off your dress, put on your face

Take off your dress, put on your face

I’m feeling wild!

We’ll spend the dough your save’n in that jar

Ignore the screams are coming from the car

Let’s forget we’re miserable and poor

Take off your face, put on that dress

Take off your face, put on that dress

I’m feeling wild!

How many hours do I have left with you?

Before a revelation does come true

We’ve gotta find ourselves something to do

Take off your dress, put on your face

Take off your dress, put on your face

I’m feeling wild!

You know that shed behind old Millers pond?

I stole the key last time he sold us corn

The light within it shines so fucking warm

Take off your face, put on your dress

Take off your face, put on your dress

I’m feeling wild!

There’s a dust storm forming in the sky

Blowing down the road about twelve feet high

It’s tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes

Take off your dress, put on your face

It’s tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes

Take off that dress, put on your face

Take off that dress, put on your face

I’m feeling wild… I’m feeling wild.

I'm feeling wild