Raining slapping on the window pane An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the
in a cold, cold sweat You'll ain't see me crying And when it hurts, I'll carry the pain Reasons for dying I will unleash a hurricane I'm the pain in
a Mac truck When I'm sendin' 'em Yo, my funky rhymes flow, Kickin it like psycho And I'm exploding like nitro-glis, Coming like a hurricane bliss
Bottom to the top You're my kinda lover For ever and ever, yeah, yeah Get out on the road with some midnight riders And I rock with some downtown belles
's gone In the rubble and the steam Will you save a line for me When my back's against the wall And there's no one else to call With the bell down on
She pulled out of Mobile Moving through the darkness in the pouring rain, like a hurricane. From southern New Port waters to the Cumberland so green,
on the bay No one else knows how he crowed When they crowned him king of the cannibal isles Or how he'd really feel blind drunk At the wheel through a high hurricane
Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now Hell's Bells, the temperature's high Hell's Bells, across the sky Hell's Bells
up a fight. I got my bell gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get ya satan get ya. Hells bells yeah hells bells You got me ringin' hells bells - My temp
she sucks on a sugarcane You can see it in my face Staring into outer space, we're renegades We belong in the gutter singing This song, all the bells
you don't stop Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop You know, you can't, you won't and you don't stop Ad rock come and rock the sure shot (Hurri-hurricane
A mule with a razor and a swagger in his step Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall My heart is turning black inside Stealing from the army shaking bells
and soaks me to the bone I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown And the bell rings
hear that bell ring, I always hear my name But I'd love to feel that rain come down one more time Wash away my pain, love like a hurricane Hate is what
Ophelia was a bride of God A novice Carmelite In sister cells the cloister bells Tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl A blue stocking
Adalida, pretty little Cajun queen Sweet dixie flower, 'The Belle of the Bayou' You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To
: Adalida, pretty little cajun queen Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To
to The rhymes that cut like an uppercut And rings a bell too I come out smoking Hard from the first round Stinging like a bee And the bell is the worst