i see the lightning from the storm down in mexico and i see my speedometer doesn t work i cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds i tip the bottle and bite the lime i hear the thunder from the storm down in mexico and i leave the border far behind i feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud i tip the bottle and bite the lime there ain t no moral to this story at all and anything i tell you very well could be a lie i ve been away from the living i don t need to be forgiven i m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine to come alive i feel the wind blow from the storm down in mexico gasoline for another hundred miles i cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side i tip the bottle and bite the lime and there ain t no moral to this story at all and anything i tell you very well could be a lie i ve been away from the living i don t need to be forgiven i m just waiting for that cold black sun cracked soul of mine to come alive come alive yeah well i feel the raindrops from the storm down in mexico truck will go no further out of gas i walk through the desert past a lizard and a rattlesnake i tip the bottle and bite the lime  there ain t no moral to this story at all and anything i tell you very well could be a lie there ain t no morals to these stories at all and everything i tell you you can bet will be a lie i been away from the living i don t need to be forgiven i m just waiting for that cold black sun cracked numb inside soul of mine to come alive come alive come alive come alive