Lyrics
He's the godhead, of the two-step
About as far as he's concerned
Yeah, his boot prints stomp and skid
Strange patterns in the dirt
Always tuned in to a duet
He hears carried on the wind
He sings alone in a rough baritone
Rain dripping off his chin
He throws cans at landing planes
From his spot near the runway
He knows he'll see it someday
He'll see the sky open up
But when his eyes close
She's in nightclothes
And she hasn't aged a day
He lets the girl that he sees lead his feet
In a drunken figure eight
And the pilots with eagle eyes
Get a kick out of watching him
Shake his ass like a snake in the grass that
Never learned to shed its skin
They're up there watching him
Slither in the rain
They're always watching him
Slither in the rain
They watch him
Slither in the rain
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