Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

But I still miss you. Everything seems like a city of dreams, I never know why, There she's standing in a field of lights, I close my eyes, And I still miss you. And I still miss you, But I still miss you,

Hold my hand Will you hold my hand when you know I'm a sinner? Bless my soul, even though I'm a sinner Bless my soul Hold my hand, hold my hand I'm losing my faith, though, I was never religious Losing my patience while I pray for forgiveness Washing my

That's not the way to get over me It don't matter to me It don't matter to me what you say You, you, you know I don't know what you're sayin' All of a sudden you say you don't want me no more All of a sudden you say that I closed the door Girl, your

Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard (Ay, Yung Mutt) (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw? Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck Dirty

I don't know if I was dreaming And dreams aren't enough Life is so lonely I need someone to believe in Can't you see that's everything to me That's enough I, I know I'm a dreamer It's easy to see I want to be a believer

The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone, baby I'm free from your spell You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry someday It's gone away from me The thrill is gone away from me Although, I'll still live on

It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) You know it when you see it You know it when it’s there Like Michael Jackson Thriller Like Farrah Fawcett Hair It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) Support for Capital Cities comes

One magic moment and my heart seemed to know that love said hello Though not a word was spoken One look and I had found a world completely new When love walked in with you Love walked right in and drove the shadows away Love walked right in and brought