Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt
Hands of a fortune teller's son
Young love shaking the earth
Like a heart shot out of a gun

Lips like gravity,pull me under
Reckless weather on his breath
Smells like rain, hits like thunder
storm [bad word]  I've got nothing left
 [bad word] 
So [bad word]  yeah, yeah, yeah, [bad [bad word] undone like a string on a sweater
That you pull on but you know better
But doing what you shouldn't 's half the fun, so [bad word] 
Fire and laughter, fence posts flying
Feel the fever in the air
Can't remember what came before him
and [bad word] after, I don't care