Lyrics:
 [bad word] Can we pretend that the Hurricanes that I fly are like Avatars
I could really use some ISK right now, ISK right now, ISK right now
Can we pretend that the Hurricanes that I fly are like Avatars
I could really use some ISK right now, ISK right now, ISK right now

Yeah
I could use a plex or a ship or some ISK
Anything to get me more DPS than this
'Cause after all the camps where I'm dyin' when I'm crashin'
I can't afford all the deadspace and faction
And all the clones that I been losin' with implants in [bad word] a time when it's way too much [bad word] ISK
And when you starin' at fifty ships in a camp
And you realize you're never gonna make it back
But that's just how Eve goes
You get another ship and a brand new clone
But now your killboard's buried in the sand
Use a frig next time when you scout that camp
So fail fit welp cane, 1600 plate
12K away, I ain't gonna make this gate
And if I don't make that then my pod'll prolly die
And I'll be right back to rattin' by the end of the night
 [bad word] 
Yeah, yeah
Somebody told me Eve's just a game
Before I lost my job, back when I got laid
Before this negative balance that I have in my bank
Yeah back when I was tryin' to PVP in small gangs
And back when PL would drop you in an Erebus
But nowadays they droppin' in bait revenants
I'm guessin' that if I can make some ISK out of Hurricanes
Then maybe, oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Before the politics that led to the blob gangs
And back when ain't nobody ever tried to metagame
And back when you'd get popped for showin' up in a Drake
But this one's for them players always fightin' in the shade
So can I get some ISK and a bit less politics
And get back to the PVP and blowin' up ships
So that's my plan I'm hopin' that one day
Maybe I can make some ISK outta Hurricanes