Song Lyrics

Clouds flash overhead
Just heat lightning he thinks
No rain for the flames

Death rides at night in a copper Pinto
Candy in the glove box, where a revolver would go
His bones are trapped in greasy fat
And he's shaking as he laughs
At jokes about the weather
And news from the fire at the mill
Letting parched mosquitos drink their fill
Between his knuckles on the wheel
While he laughs like baby pigs squeal

Pale eyes huge behind thick glasses
Speeding through lights
Turning green as he passes

Says "Weathermen are worse than those tarot card teens?"
They can't explain every little thing
I don't care what they say
Ain't gonna rain
Fires aren't made
Just to be tamed

Death pulls off to piss
In a patch of dry weeds
Aiming at every lightning bug he sees
Hears a creature crying from a ditch
You know Death just can't resist it
He looks at all the models on the billboards going by
Thinking of X's in their eyes
He smiles at his wandering mind
While he's glowing in the moonlight

The radio turns to static
He sticks his hand out the window
And winces at the first drops of rain

Says "Weathermen are worse than those palm reading freaks"
They can't explain every little thing
I don't care what they say
About the rain
It's not stopping in a day
Ain't no way, it's not gonna end 'til every coffin's swimming

Reid Bateh, Blaze Bateh

The duration of Heat Lightning is 3:26 minutes and seconds.