There's a smell here that stands my hairs on end
Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar
And jack knifes on the nine
And seabirds choked in fishing line
The clouds say hush but the chainsaws march
On to Custer and Columbia
The salty tentacles shrink in the sun
But the red tide is over, the mollusks they have won
There's a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit
When the match made them sweet
When the engine turned over and beat up our street
Oh, that was a day to remember
I remember because of the fires that lept
From the caves of the things that have not happened yet
When I think of them now they smell to me black sinister
I want to go back and die at the drive-in
Die before strangers can say "I hate the rain"
"I hate the rain"
Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar
And jack knifes on the nine
And seabirds choked in fishing line
The clouds say hush but the chainsaws march
On to Custer and Columbia
The salty tentacles shrink in the sun
But the red tide is over, the mollusks they have won
There's a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit
When the match made them sweet
When the engine turned over and beat up our street
Oh, that was a day to remember
I remember because of the fires that lept
From the caves of the things that have not happened yet
When I think of them now they smell to me black sinister
I want to go back and die at the drive-in
Die before strangers can say "I hate the rain"
"I hate the rain"