Vārdi:
The Cure Round And Round And Round

't wanna say goodbye I'm just sick and tired of feeling so alone Well I don't understand the point if you have to go home Wont you stay and cure the circles 'round

nickels And a jukebox will cure your ills Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues And it must be goin' 'round All them cats are boppin' the blues And

seek of Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they're smart and cunning Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that's when their nose start

need it and if you need it Say yeah Now listen to me I'm burnin', burnin', I got the fever I know for sure, there ain't no cure So feel it, don'

to say this? Yes, I want you to say this Stay out of the wonderland baby [Bizzy Bone] Rebuke murder for me; lust, wrath and sloth Greed, gluttony, envy and

laps 'round lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and

grace was swift and sure The doctors said they knew no cure. They felt and poked and pushed his pulse He couldn't understand at all He fell from grace and

sun's ignited They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heavens generosity Peeping 'round the door To see what parcels are for free in curiosity And

We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain dead All alone in a room full of E heads Feel so hollow and sickeningly and worthless There's no cure in the