We Could be In For It

Here in the South where the blood flows… uhh… bloody red.. with uhh… little white stars and stri… oh nevermind. Here the blood flows red around the neck, yeah that’s it.

Living here for so long you get a real sixth sense of when Mother Nature has some serious shit up her sleeve. You smell it coming in the wind.

You definitely smell it when it’s the top of February and 70’F in the evening with a blustery wind ahead of a really big punk-ass cold front.

We could be in for an ass-whoopin’ tomorrow, Dixie-titty-twister style. Batten down your trailer parks, Dorothy’s leavin’ town again.