Hurricane Road
Those dingy streets are filled,
with lost souls forgotten.
Their hopes have long faded,
and each dream lies rotten.
Each life holds a story,
that will never be told.
Among the crumbling shacks,
down on Hurricane Road.
There’s things they will teach you,
like anger and stealing.
To make a few more bucks,
you’ll cut what you’re dealing.
Can’t care ‘bout your neighbor,
when you’re making a buck.
You hold on with both hands,
there’s no such thing as luck.
In this dark place so filled,
with anger and sadness.
One thing remains certain,
on these streets of madness.
Life is just a trinket,
that can be bought and sold.
Behind these crumbling shacks,
down on Hurricane Road.
Even the best silver,
can tarnish when it’s old.
As will the crumbling lives,
down on Hurricane Road.
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