A Tornado & The Fool
They deliver all the trouble to my front door,
served my wife with papers and a gun
Please remember the man with whom you're dealing,
never was a father or your son
Just another dog you chose cause he would run
There's a wall cloud rolling across the blue sky
Karma manifest into a form
If you wonder the reason why I'm smiling,
it's because I know her love will keep me warm
Yeah we're the kind of folks that kinda like a storm
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark,
sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
Having visions of things that bare explaining,
no answers in religion or the law
Sending thugs out to call it all illusion,
doesn't change belief in a what I saw
A translation of the writing on the wall
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark,
sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
For you, my friend, it's getting dark,
lights out at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
served my wife with papers and a gun
Please remember the man with whom you're dealing,
never was a father or your son
Just another dog you chose cause he would run
There's a wall cloud rolling across the blue sky
Karma manifest into a form
If you wonder the reason why I'm smiling,
it's because I know her love will keep me warm
Yeah we're the kind of folks that kinda like a storm
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark,
sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
Having visions of things that bare explaining,
no answers in religion or the law
Sending thugs out to call it all illusion,
doesn't change belief in a what I saw
A translation of the writing on the wall
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark,
sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
We batten down the hatches and hold each other close,
a joint and a couple matches feeds the flame
For you, my friend, it's getting dark,
lights out at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same
A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name
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Writer(s): Jason Philip Boland
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