Singer: Through miles of sand and bleached white dirt
They shambled on 'til their ankles hurt.
The buzzards sailed high overhead
Ridin' on currents of thick, hot dread.
And the sun burned their hearts like an angry woman,
It scorched their souls like an angry woman,
Oh, like an angry woman.
Then from the west blew a breeze of luck
Eighteen wheels on a big black truck.
An angel of mercy what was wrapped in steel
With an unwashed man stinkin' up behind the wheel.
The road stretched on like an angry woman,
And the cab smelled like french fries like an angry woman,
Phew. An angry woman.
What's that smell?
The sun dropped low down in the sky
Like a pair of pants on an urban guy.
Their stomachs cried out with a rumbling roar
Till they just purt' near couldn't walk no more.
They tried to eat a cactus like an angry woman,
And scorpions chased them down like an angry woman,
...an angry woman.
He drove fast
He drove far
He busted them dunes in his big ol' car.
The buzzards fled at the sight of him
The sight of the one that they call Grim.
They went over the speed limit like an angry woman,
And they caused property damage like an angry woman,
Just like an angry woman.
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