Better get out it's a Hurricane
Oh a spinning sonic
I wish that I was Floyd Cramer
I'd pound out
120 dB to blast your brain
Crusin' down the strip
Better get out it's a Hurricane
Oh a spinning sonic
He lives out there somewhere...Beyond the
Land of the Lost...I
My feet are planted I can't fly
I'd like to
I want you to know how I feel
About you
October wind, chills his skin
He walks home alone
A
Havoc
It's automatic
More than sporadic
Is when I fall
My days are getting better
Since I read your letter...
Everyday
Things
Hold on, hold on it's a heavy scene
Warp Factor
Life is short, it seems
Quick it comes how quick