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
