Texty:
The Cure A Sign From God

myself a change of style Got myself a new direction Got myself a reason why I just fell right out of my face one day And I took it as a sign from god

myself a change of style Got myself a new direction Got myself a reason why I just fell right out of my face one day And I took it as a sign from god

myself a change of style Got myself a new direction Got myself a reason why I just fell right out of my face one day And I took it as a sign from god

madman, flip blast In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map Very bad vocal from every paragraph Blast about bad ass, booty and task Rat-a

Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it Like a finger in a light

[Sinner, Naumann, Beyrodt] Sleepwalk in the sunrise, no signs - no boundaries I hear a speculation, the world just won't believe Don't try to run you

end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a

s life support Has nearly been destroyed, no cure can be found CHORUS 2: Sometimes I think this world's asleep Keep your eyes on the Middle East The signs

And give me a sign that God is alive Cure my infection with the will to survive Send me a convoy of angels Send me a convoy of angels And give me a sign