But if you turn the porch light out
And let the marble night withdraw
You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps
The mosquitos are not vampires
The moon is not your mother
Even if she is preparing for a total eclipse
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
The clouds they dream disorder
They make faces they make mud
On some ancient order which is no longer in force
The sugar bowl is full of ants
And your sister is a dumpy mess
And you're cutting off your head to spite your shoulders
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Simon Joyner - Burn Rubber Lyrics
Simon Joyner - Burn Rubber Lyrics
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But if you turn the porch light out
And let the marble night withdraw
You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps
The mosquitos are not vampires
The moon is not your mother
Even if she is preparing for a total eclipse
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
The clouds they dream disorder
They make faces they make mud
On some ancient order which is no longer in force
The sugar bowl is full of ants
And your sister is a dumpy mess
And you're cutting off your head to spite your shoulders
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
And let the marble night withdraw
You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps
The mosquitos are not vampires
The moon is not your mother
Even if she is preparing for a total eclipse
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
The clouds they dream disorder
They make faces they make mud
On some ancient order which is no longer in force
The sugar bowl is full of ants
And your sister is a dumpy mess
And you're cutting off your head to spite your shoulders
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Get behind the wheel
Stay in front of the storm
Writer: HARRY PALMER, JAMES MOORE, JONATHAN SMITH, LAWRENCE SMITH, ROBERT FORD, RUSSELL SIMMONS, TODD SHAW
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, MUSIC MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, MUSIC MANAGEMENT
Performed By: Simon Joyner
Length: 2:35
Written by: HARRY PALMER, JAMES MOORE, JONATHAN SMITH, LAWRENCE SMITH, ROBERT FORD, RUSSELL SIMMONS, TODD SHAW