hurricane boy maelstrom man
My mind is a convertible
at a hundred miles an hour and no
seat belt a good driver but who knows.
I'm a singer who can't sing
I am junk food with an attitude
I am modern and I will blow you off the map.
Got a stack of credit cards
and a mood ring and a mojo
None of em any good but who the hell knows.
I'm a millionaire in the making
you should be shaking in my boots
life is only a buck and a quarter
I am modern this is your only warning.
You did you do turn me into
hurricane boy watch out
maelstrom man no doubt
no fear no reason.
Most of the time I am moved
sometimes Igo fast sometimes slow
sometimes the going doesn't know where to go.
I will give an inch but not a foot
hear my wind and fear my flood
you're up to the neck in me and don't even know
you're up to the eyes in me and going down slow.
