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
, gimme one more shot Gimme hell below, gimme strength on top You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane To hitch your wagon to a hurricane, yeah Yeah, hitch your wagon to a hurricane
boys at Where the hot girls at I'm the balls on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell Nigga, I
the hurricane Of my life Oh eye of the hurricane I walk away in the wind and the rain Into the eye of the hurricane Face to face Hurricane Hurricane
Situation's all critical You've got to look first before you go If you wasn't too sure then now you know The situation is all critical Wait OK you've
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