text: Down at the court house theyre ringing the flag down
  Long black line of cars snaking slow through town
  Red sheets snapping on the line
  With this ring will you be mine
  The fuse is burning
  Shut out the lights
  The fuse is burning
  Come on let me do you right
  Trees on fire with the first falls frost
  Long black line in front of Holy Cross
  Blood moon rising in a sky of black dust
  Tell me baby, who do you trust?
  The fuse is burning
  Shut out the lights
  The fuse is burning
  Come on let me do you right
  Tires on the highway hissing that somethings coming
  You can feel the wires in the tree tops humming
  Devils on the horizon line
  Your kiss and Im alive
  Quiet afternoon in the empty house
  On the edge of the bed, you slip off your blouse
  The room is burning with the noon sun
  Your bittersweet taste on my tongue
  The fuse is burning
  Shut out the lights
  The fuse is burning
  Come on let me do you right