was torn I looked around and the faces were so forlorn No relief, only scorn In a hurricane In a hurricane Some'll be taken Some'll remain Hurricane
the weather When the storm comes out of your mouth She freaks out, she leaks out Hurricane I slide in, Injectin' Novocaine She freaks out, she leaks out Hurricane
Μετάφραση: Αμερική. Τυφώνας.
Μετάφραση: Αμερική. Novocaine τυφώνα.
weather When the storm comes out of your mouth She freaks out, she leaks out Hurricane I slide in, Injectin' Novocaine She freaks out, she leaks out Hurricane
I really wouldn't lie to you And after I do, goodbye to you I had a chick named Shamai, she love champagne What a little twist the thing Alaine She wasn't from America
tha donk Girl I guarantee I can make you go numb, numb, numb, numb, numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all over
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Hurricane Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bum bum bum Bum bum
freedom for granted and misuse it because incase you haven?t notices we?ve gone from the El Mariel boatlift to the Hurricane Katrina bus lift with the same response. With America
50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane
me be misunderstood Misunderstood, ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane
Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed them all" Here comes the story of the Hurricane
put that in! GIRLS I like to be in America Okay by me in America Everything free in America BERNARDO For a small fee in America ANITA Buying on credit
me be misunderstood Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane
let him kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been through Had the niggas sittin on top they roofs Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane
and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America
