(Gordon/Murawski)
© Who Is She? Music, Inc. (BMI)

Brush my teeth, look in the mirror see flames beneath
That old toaster, why does it gotta burn that way?
I make some calls, make some calls,
Please help me to get the black soot off them walls
Rub a bottle, genie blinks in asks me what I be meaning to say

My eyes are glazed, on my porch the blaze is raging
You call me saying you're stir-crazy, come save me
And when we calm before the storm it, baby
A tumbleweed whacks me in the forehead, it don't phase me

It's a whirlwind, a tailspin, a hailstone, in a dustbin, Ohhhhh
It's a whirlwind, a tailspin, a hailstone, in a dustbin, Ahhhhhh

You better see what the gentleman with the gun just did
He snuck out a card and swallowed it, swallowed it down in his mouth
And so now things are getting a bit salty, a little too salty a twister brushes through and
Shuffles de facto, I get out my seat, leave the saloon, shuffle out

I'm haulin' face in da mud, and chased by shadows
Ain't no grace when death can't save me
And when we calm before the storm it baby
A tumbleweed whacks me in the forehead, it don't phase me