[bad word]  [bad word] tomwilliamsboat

Was in the centre of a hurricane
Drinking ice tea.
I was pretending to be you
And you were dressed up as me.

And all the trees were whipped and wailing
And broken on the painted railings
They had their hands in the air
The way the middle-aged women don’t care

Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me
Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me

And there was [bad word] swirling in the heavens,
Black swans with tinfoil hats
machinegun castanet lemonade all 
Deep in the pavement cracks

I woke up with a hole in my head
And a pocket full of lead.
There was a netball team in my spare room, 
And there was vomit in my bed.

Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me
Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me

They strapped my heels to the motorcade
And dragged me round town

Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me
Centre of a hurricane
Dressed up as you and me