He said, boys let's paint the sky.
It's do or die
And black tonight
We shoot um down
Beneath this high horse that we ride
Soft skin boys we blow away
On this dirt path that you play
It's to the fair
For this family to stay
They'll stay, stay, stay
And breakaway
And as all the churches fall
So does, so does the ferris wheel
Oh what a great tornado
All the rides and petty fights
Turn to nothing with the night
Except the wind
It gathers quickly up the light
Little girls wait in line
For their maypole dirty sides
Shouting out as they swiftly spin around
They spin around, around, around
Til they fall down
And as all the churches fall
So does, so does the ferris wheel
Oh what a great tornado
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all the children run
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all the children run
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run
The cowboys they pull out their guns
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run
And as all the churches fall
So does the ferris wheel
Under the great tornadohhh

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