Chorus 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 There comes a time when it's way too much damn 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
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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