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I see the lightning from the storm down in Mexico And I see my speedometer doesn't work I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds I tip the bottle and bite the lime I hear the thunder from the storm down in Mexico And I leave the border far behind I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud I tip the bottle and bite the lime There ain't no moral to this story at all And anything I tell you very well could be a lie I've been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold, black soul of mine To come alive I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side I tip the bottle and bite the lime And there ain't no moral to this story at all And anything I tell you very well could be a lie I've been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked soul of mine To come alive Come alive, yeah Well, I feel the raindrops from the storm down in Mexico Truck will go no further, out of gas I walk through the desert, past a lizard and a rattlesnake I tip the bottle and bite the lime There ain't no moral to this story at all And anything I tell you very well could be a lie There ain't no morals to these stories at all And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold, black, sun-cracked, numb-inside soul of mine To come alive Come alive Come alive Come alive