Low And Behold
Curve
The Way of Curve 1990/2004 (2004)

It never rains but it pours on a sleepy town, north of New York. Its an old old score, its a cold cold world. How we gloat at others misfortune, a nation of reptiles given to nothing. Its an old old score, its a cold cold world. Tainted you could say but never frightened for it is not in my nature, I was born of stronger stuff Lies and deceit will never be enough, its just cause and effect, effect and frustration that leads to desperation and eventual separation. Its an old old score La La La La La La La its a cold cold world. It never rains, a nation of reptiles given to nothing.