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There’s a smell here that stands my hairs on end
Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar
And jackknifes on the nine
and seabirds choked on fishing line

Clouds say hush but the chainsaws mush on to Custer and Columbia
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 the day
To remember

I remember because of the fires that leapt
From the caves of the things that have not happened yet
When I think of it now they smell to me quite 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
There’s a smell here that stands my hairs on end   Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar   And jackknifes on the nine    and seabirds choked on fishing line      Clouds say hush but the chainsaws mush on to Custer and Columbia   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 the day   To remember      I remember because of the fires that leapt    From the caves of the things that have not happened yet   When I think of it now they smell to me quite 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