In this town (woo) You get lost You get nervous You got frost Or is that ice on the back of the snowflake The dollars on the face of the war First came snow then came maze The radio is singing a warning, it goes Don't shoot at the storm It only makes it worse The winner takes the bullets Put them in reverse Fight piss with fire You burn your hind But it wasn't their intention Just to change in the direction And the barrel [?] He gets up in the air
Drinks his product placement Checks his clock for guns He daydreams of vitamins He brandishes [?] Polishes upon his porch The radio that he ignores That tells all locals 'head indoors' And don't shoot at the storm It only makes it worse The winner takes the bullets Put them in reverse Fight piss with fire You burn your hind But it wasn't their intention Just to change in the direction And the barrel [?] Don't shoot at the storm Don't shoot at the storm Don't shoot at the storm Don't shoot at the storm He's gonna get ya If you're shoot at the storm He's gonna get ya If you're shoot at the storm He's gonna get ya If you're shoot at the storm So don't shoot at the storm