The Dead Weather - Rolling In On A Burning Tire

The moon is always full for us The road is always clear 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 That's not what you want to hear That's not what you want to hear