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Albums:

Untitled [Untitled/Unissued] (The Byrds) · Maximum Cure: The Unauthorised Biography of the Cure (The Cure) · The Cure [Bonus Track] (The Cure) · Untitled (The Byrds) · Untitled (Korn) · Untitled [Clean] (Korn) · Untitled (Marc) · Untitled [CD/DVD] (Korn) · Untitled [CD/DVD Clean] (Korn) · Untitled (Terri Walker) – and 90 other albums »


you that it won't stop
'cause they got no cure
Say it's 
LOVE SHOCK
Welcome to my world
You've been infected by a
Non-stop electronic girl
Say it's
Hanging by a thread, problems in my head,
Don't know what I said, living to be dead on the run.
Corporation greed, television need,
Overdose
The drinks I've had are no match for the truth
The crowd down here put its teeth in us
But the cure's more dangerous than the venom is
So we leave it in
by this world of fear and torment
A game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion

Anxiety for love of life
Anxiety for pain
Anxiety,
She split the storm, invented the x-ray, the cure for AIDS, and the surprise blindfold greeting

She performed and choreographed the fights for Bruce
She split the storm, invented the x-ray, the cure for AIDS, and the surprise blindfold greeting

She performed and choreographed the fights for Bruce
your prize
Without the facts on track samaratism dies

I've got this chronic fever
You'll cure me non-believers
Still ill and rehabilitated
By those sick
In a little house
By the glowing dump
Called Oak Track
Driving down by the new beach
Is the only cure

I hang my hostages
It was pretty great
out of the earth
They flow down from the mountains, sring out of the ground
The shacks they all have numbers
The dirt tracks run in straight lines
The Cure or The Who
If it makes any difference to you
Does it make any difference to you

So hold my eye
While the rest of the city flies by
The tips
picture god eaten by gray dogs
He stayed in his world
And he sidely sweard
To tell the truth, that DeVon was like
"Your out of cure boo"
Wisegod Allah,
Now do you feel respectable on the cross?
Hanging by the shred of life that we lost
Greet the pain, meet the nails
That we thrust into your chest
something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dope 
Aloe rub, starfish, vegetable patties, braid your hair miss and bush doctor cures 
Sudden angry
Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness
Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain
If I said that you're my friend
And our love would never end
How
Woke up one morning to find tracks in the rain
I went to follow them to find from where they came
Over a hill and then underneath a bridge
Down by
went up in smoke
When a preacher's lust was sponsored by Coke
Day after day
It's always the same
We pay to wear the blindfold
Baby look out 'cause
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before
enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
picture god eaten by gray dogs
He stayed in his world
And he sidely sweard
To tell the truth, that DeVon was like
"Your out of cure boo"
Wisegod Allah,
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
in his car
And he thinks track 4 and 6 are contenders
Put the play lists are so tight
That we gotta do it right
But he's getting a good feeling
So
residential drug pusher
You kids, they buy from me
Base of coke, a slam of seed
They know I've got the cure

Just a punk, I'm untouchable by the law
Court room