Слова:
The Cure Round Round Round

so deep yanking curtains on these idiots Walking 'round oblivious more than annoying Everywhere I turn a black life is destroyed And times is getting tough gotta sign for unemployment Walkin' 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

chains Say your prayers for the future Say your prayers for the past It might be 'round the corner It might be all we have Say your prayers I got the cure

yet Let's get it on You've got me walking on air (???, I know what I need tonite) Got me walking on air (Round and round let me go, always let me need

come true, cause it goes; Round+Round+Round inside my head the thought of loving you, the walls in my room echo with your laughter, and it goes Round+Round+Round

my breath for the fear of sleep again holding it up behind my head again cut in deep to the heart of the bone again round and round and round and

magic up our sleeves And now it's time to spread it around 'Round and 'round and 'round and around and around We gotta spread it Around and 'round and 'round

`em and fold `em You've got to shape `em and mould `em Take a piece of their soul man Well he can take a little moonlight Suck the poison from a snakebite Movin' round

needle I got a pocket full of rocks Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua I got a runny nose And a road map on my arm I blew my gig pokin' 'round the gallery