By. The Dead Weather
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
One is born so one can die
You must wait for a really long time
That's more you can bear
And the days will come and ago
And the band will march alone
Till the day you cast a shadow
That looks nothing like your own
Rolling in a burning tire
You're gonna set my house on fire
Just to show me
You were there
Well I was raised up like a snake
You were raised to leave me bait
I always, always take
And the days will come and ago
And the band will march alone
Till the day you cast a shadow
That looks nothing like your own
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
That's not what you want to hear
