Songtext von Whiteout

Heads in the speakers Front of the cone Shivers the timbers Wow! Now he's headed for the hills And the snows in the yard Who wants to be a Creem Dream And wants to be a star But the bride's in the aisle With a hand on the gun She got hysterical blindness Here she comes and she comes I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you Whiteout Oh it's just part of the story of a band on the run Hey, they say they're bound for glory but they tied up for fun Well, they're hung by a jury A, takin' time out for lunch Oh, don't you wanna try it? Eh, Cannapple Crunch I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you Whiteout I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you Whiteout