in chains Something beautiful and bright, it's losing all it's flight On this site- somebody cue the rain [Chorus:] Cue the rain Cue the rain Why you driving me so insane? Cue
heart in chains Somethin' beautiful and bright, it's losin' all it's light On this site, somebody cue the rain Cue the rain, cue the rain Why you drivin' me so insane? Cue
Upon your skin, they sing, they dance and spin So what, pray tell Will save you now? Here comes that cold sunrise And at the peak We reach to cue the
What do Seoul/Sudan have in common? Both start with an S Deep as a virus Little Mary Little Mary From scratchless I ascend Stamps tongue-swabbed Now embark
something else That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair The sweetest moment comes at last The waitings over In shock they stare and cue
It starts with a canvas A starchy, blinding white Then comes the flash of illumination And the tools to record the plight So I begin drowning the surface
, perhaps it would be best, To cue Zebrak, (Zebrak) Cue Zebrak, (Zebrak) If you want to seduce me, I'm so sorry, Patty, But you'll have to cue Zebrak
If I find my way through the darkest of days, Will I laugh about the things that kept me awake? But if my greatest fear paints itself so crystal clear
Something your vintage fifties' father did for you Always on cue, always on cue, always on cue Always on cue, always on cue Always on cue, always on cue
Where would you care to go What would you like to see We'll drive around in cars like we were 17 They'll never have to know Don't think they would believe
They try to make me an idol american Well me to give them something, that they can sell, well they can go to hell So get mickey mouses ass off my raido
you've got the ugliest shoes i've ever seen you've got the nicest car i've ever run into and after all that we've been through we're still having fun
Cue the pulse to begin trigger the breakbeat come at 10 sequence the modular pin slave the MIDI to the synth cue the pulse to begin? Go! Cue the pulse
It starts with a canvas A starchy, blinding white. Then comes the flash of illumination And the tools to record the plight. So I begin drowning the surface
done. The skyline is made of the umbrella pine And I wish we could climb everyone But all I could see in the shape of the streets Done, done, done. Cue
Rushed, Once again, This may very well be my fighting chance When summer returns, Perhaps by then I'll learn We've been through it all Haven't we been
She smiled So bright the sun was envious and I was blinded and lost in the darkest parts. The darkest parts of her hair, her mouth, her eyes. "Would
