The Dust Storm

There's a dust storm forming in the sky
 Blowing down the road about twelve feet high
 It's tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes
 Take off your dress, put on your face
 Take off your dress, put on your face
 I'm feeling wild!
 We'll spend the dough your save'n in that jar
 Ignore the screams are coming from the car
 Let's forget we're miserable and poor
 Take off your face, put on that dress
 Take off your face, put on that dress
 I'm feeling wild!
 How many hours do I have left with you?
 Before a revelation does come true
 We've gotta find ourselves something to do
 Take off your dress, put on your face
 Take off your dress, put on your face
 I'm feeling wild!
 You know that shed behind old Millers pond?
 I stole the key last time he sold us corn
 The light within it shines so fucking warm
 Take off your face, put on your dress
 Take off your face, put on your dress
 I'm feeling wild!
 There's a dust storm forming in the sky
 Blowing down the road about twelve feet high
 It's tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes
 Take off your dress, put on your face
 It's tearing up my lungs, it burns my eyes
 Take off that dress, put on your face
 Take off that dress, put on your face
 I'm feeling wild... I'm feeling wild.I'm feeling wild