Hurricane Designed for People

Turn on the stereo, or worse, an awful fight a judge and nurse in Fighter's gloves in someone's blood there's instances where nothing's going on
A radio dispatcher told me plans to reveal a chapter a history tied down in Lacquer
A man will break when stuck in traffic
Longer drives than TV ads
Short term prison sentences
Together we can do the time with makeup
We can douse our minds in kerosene we'll raisе the steeple
A hurricane dеsigned for people
With minutes left on motorcycles
The kicker kicked the shit out of you know who
I just opened up to a crowded room

There's someone in my face at all times like these should place the calls to mysteries and governments
I'd knock them down but the gloves don't fit like this
On helicopters dizzy sick with fear named Neiman Marcus
Guys in shades of rubber jars
Heavyweight champion of the world
Sinus pains from the morning after
Children quiet with not much laughter
Winds exceed the miles high
Throw in the towel we are fifty thousand shy
Drop the hat and fall to pieces
The motor's running and you've got to see this
With minutes left to follow people we just sat there watching TV

I just opened up to a crowded room
I just opened up to a crowded room