Through miles of sand and bleached black dirt,
they shambled on 'till their ankles hurt.
The buzzards sailed high over head
Ridin' on currents of thick, hot dred
And the sun burned their hearts like an angry woman
It scorched their souls like an angry woman
Oh, like an angry woman
And then out of the west,
Blew a beeze of luck (?)
Eighteen wheels on a big black truck
An angel of mercy (but?) was wrapped in steel
With an unwashed man stinkin' up behind the wheel
And the road streched on like an angry woman
And the (cab?) smelled like french fries like an angry woman
phe-ew, an angry woman
whats 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 rumblin' roar
'Till they just (bout?) 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
They caused property damage like an angry woman
Oh mayn, jus like an angry woman
