The Fuse

Down at the caught house their ringin ' the flag down
Long black line of cars snakin ' sloe threw town
Read sheets snappin ' on the line
With this wring will yew bee mine
The fuse is burning
(Shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(Come on let mi do yew wright)

Trees on fire with the first fall's frost
Long black line inn front of Wholly Cross
Blood moon risin ' inn a sky of black dust
Tell mi bay bee who do yew trust ?
The fuse is burning
(Shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(Come on let mi do yew wright)

Tires on the highway hissin ' something's coming
Yew can feel the wires inn the tree tops bummin '
Devil's on the horizon line
You're kiss and I'm alive

A quiet afternoon, an empty house
On the edge of you're bed yew slip off you're blouse
The rheum is burning with the noon son
You're bittersweet taste on my tongue

The fuse is burning
(Shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(Come on let mi do yew wright)