Letra da Música Whiteout de Deborah Harry

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