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Tin Can Hurricane
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I was a small child watching the street from my window
Itching to join in, couldn't sit still
'Cause I was into everything, couldn't stop, couldn't stand singing
Dreaming up schemes in my mind, so I stole me 50p
Ran on down the street, just slipping away
Into my boy's house, his ma wouldn't invite no white girl in
We'd hush, duck around in his den
We just tumbled past the strange, had it all in
Going to spend tonight all night eating nuts off a tree
Covvying me and his brother, two-wheeling free
I had the wickedest time with him
Laughing like brothers came out of my dreams
Well, I'm an alleyway drifter
Street combing on my three-speed Bifta
I took a day off school with my cut-throats
And later on we can worry about our sick notes
And on a waste ground, I found a note for five pound
There were three of us, and so we shared it around
And everything seemed larger
As I zip up the hood on my parka
And the long winter days get darker
I sign my name with a red felt marker
And the words are few syllables
Seem deficient, more than sufficient
And I'm the master magician, find my way down paths full of nettles
Rusty old kettles, abandoned junk and scrap metal
Stop, eat the sweets that we bought with the spoils
Make some seats from some old cans of motor oil
The gold foil shine in the midday sun rays
'Cause those days were longer than real days
That's how it seemed anyways
I'm in the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
I'm at the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane
It's strange how the days never seem the same again
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Warm and wet 'til sunset, sitting in the park spray
Stretch out, sunny days, scrapping around
Kiss chasing, racing from the parky
Top speed sucker park add, just cussing and I flee
Red-hot bro spitting sparks, sax melts, I steal red dots
Dirty just like hell, laughing to your side, split
Spacing out, spacing out as I get older
Tasting the flavours expanding in my mind
My question, the questions of the things in this life
Learning about what I do not understand, like
Why people would come protect our withered lands
Fucked to neglect in my youthful mind
Aware of bad spent energy, I should remember
How the seasons used to be
What I'm saying, what I said, I say it in a small way
But it's fuckin' big and lyrics grow
Playin', playin' the demons of my imagination
No worries, singing wild stories
This is a fuckin' crazy world to play in
Crazy world
I'm in the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
I'm at the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane
It's strange how the days never seem the same again
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Now they'll be scouring the wastelands like porno mag
'Cause people always believe in them in piles of bags
Genetic glooms awaken, and I find 'em, look inside 'em
See why the perv tried to hide 'em, mastermind a break-in
See what's for the taking, infiltrate
The inner rooms of a derelict building
I fill in the gaps in the film where reality lacks
So I can view with a parallax
Keep my movements light and steady as I prowl
The night is my cowl, I'm smooth and sharp as a night owl
I feel determined as I sidestep the scurrying vermin
I'm worming through the chambers, confirming
That I reign over this territory, and this is my story
And one of those that passed before me
I raid and salvage all in turn
Each in sequence, values learned and I burn
What cannot be utilised, the animal corpses, fires will baptise
Watch as the windows blacken
The flames lick higher and higher as we will this to happen
Transfixed by the influence I exert
Smoke plumes rising up, sign of red alert
Then come the coppers, you know that they don't like to stop us
But dust rise from the wheels of the choppers
And we make the jump to light speed by the rail track
We keep pedalling and don't look back
Until we make it to a place that's cool
Where we can wait until after school
And head home in victorious mood
And never speak about what ensued
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I'm in the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
I'm at the centre of a tin can hurricane, a tin can hurricane
The epicentre of a tin can hurricane
It's strange how the days never seem the same again
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