Testo Hurricane Highway

The fourth hurricane in a year came bangin' on our door
Our friends in New Orleans might be dead; I don't know
I'm not sayin' that I'm unhappy, dear,
But look into the sky; I see a million stars
One day the water smells like shit, the next it reeks of bleach
There ain't a swimmin' hole I know that's fit to put your doggy in
I'm not sayin' that I'm unhappy, dear,
Or why'd I get put in this nasty old world? Look into the sky; I see a hundred clouds,
A million stars rollin' round this big ole world