[Verse 1: Seventies hard-rock male lead, wailing over the thundering live drums] Lightning took the siren at the firehouse at four Now the town of Haskell hasn't got a warning anymore Radar's painting purple and a hook is curling round And my mama's in a trailer on the south side of town Got a camera on the dash and a stream with fifty eyes And a pickup with a windshield that won't make it through the skies Every chaser on the highway's heading south to get the view But the only way to beat it to the town is going through [Pre-Chorus: Seventies hard-rock male lead] Stones as big as baseballs and the wipers on high If they can't hear a siren, they can watch me drive [Chorus: Seventies hard-rock male lead] Punch the core, punch the core Hail on the hood like a fist on a door Siren's dead and the sky wants war I'm the warning now, punch the core [Verse 2: Seventies hard-rock male lead, the heavy riffing guitars driving harder] Windshield goes to spiderweb, the mirror's on the floor Fifty eyes are now a thousand and they're begging me for more I'm yelling at the camera, Haskell, get below the ground Every cellar, every closet, every bathtub in the town Someone shares it to the sheriff, someone shares it to the mayor And the preacher rings the steeple like he's ringing out a prayer Rain is coming sideways and the wind is turning green It's the ugliest and loudest thing a man has ever seen [Pre-Chorus: Seventies hard-rock male lead] Stones as big as baseballs and the wipers on high If they can't hear a siren, they can watch me drive [Chorus: Seventies hard-rock male lead] Punch the core, punch the core Hail on the hood like a fist on a door Siren's dead and the sky wants war I'm the warning now, punch the core [Bridge: Seventies hard-rock male lead, hail snare, the snare goes wild and random like stones on a hood while he reads the radar out loud] Rotation at the river, there's a couplet on the ridge Moving east at forty and it's crossing at the bridge Haskell, you got eight minutes, Haskell, you got five Get low and get covered, get low and stay alive [Verse 3: Seventies hard-rock male lead, full roar, the wailing lead guitar on top] Truck is in a ditch and I'm crawling out with half a phone Funnel lifting off a field a mile shy of home Trailer park is standing and my mama's in the hall With the neighbors in the bathtub and a mattress on the wall They fixed the siren Monday and they hung it good and tall And they nailed my busted windshield on the firehouse wall [Final Chorus: Seventies hard-rock male lead] Punch the core, punch the core Hail on the hood like a fist on a door Siren's dead and the sky wants war I'm the warning now, punch the core [End]
