Those Poor Bastards The Dust Storm Lyrics

There's a dust storm formin' in the sky
Blowin' down the road 'bout twelve feet high
It's tearin' up my lungs it burns my eyes
Take off your dress, put on your face
I'm feelin' wild

We'll spend the dough you're saving in that jar
Ignore the screams a-comin' from the car
Let's forget we're miserable and poor
Take off your face, put on your dress
I'm feelin' wild

How many hours do I have left with you?
Before old Revelations does come true
We've gotta find ourselves something to do
Take off your dress, put on your face
I'm feelin' wild

You know that shed behind old Miller's pond?
I stole the key last time he sold us corn
The light within it shines so fuckin' warm
Take off your face, put on your dress
I'm feelin' wild

There's a dust storm formin' in the sky
Blowin' down the road 'bout twelve feet high
It's tearin' up my lungs it burns my eyes
Take off your dress, put on your face
I'm feelin' wild