Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
I'm going down into the valley
The valley of you god
Hope I don't find her
I want to change my ways
Changing my today's today
So I'm putting on blinders
Into the hurricane
We're not in Charleston anymore
She is well protected
Guarded by the furies
Hell hounds at her feet
She's got a strange child two-headed baby
One head speaks French one never eats
Don't like me into a hurricane
We're not in Charleston anymore more more
I have a tormented temptress
We're not in Charleston anymore
We're not in Charleston anymore
She is a firework
Fourth of July
Rocket to the moon
Yes she's super straight
She's got a great big bed
Flying carpet to hell
Head off the hurricane
Into the hurricane
We are not in Charleston anymore more more more
I have a tormented temptress
Tell her I'm not in Charleston anymore more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more