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Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand It kinda touched me for a day Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand You know, it kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey So psychedelic, driving over the sun Past the still sky trees and fields To the place the great relics have kissed you know It kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey.. |
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Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand It kinda touched me for a day Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand You know, it kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey So psychedelic, driving over the sun Past the still sky trees and fields To the place the great relics have kissed you know It kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey.. |
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Wait a minute, my friend
Don't pass me up for dead As Babylon crumbles to sand Oh sweet flower blossom in my hands Another day is ending for them Another day will end I am alive, see my rivers flowing I don't wanna be like , I don't wanna be like you There are no others in here, no There are no others in here, no way And a voice of the people cries As it drones on in monotone Here is the news, it's all so sad Ooh, and the black and white The diluted truth of you Put the pennies in a collection plate Come on Come on Come on Wait a minute, my friend Don't pass me up for dead As Babylon crumbles to sand Oh sweet flower blossom in my hand Another day is ending for them Another day will end While I'm alive, you see my rivers flowing I don't wanna be like , I don't wanna be like you There are no others in here, no There are no others in here, no We're burning up in here I'm burning up in here Oh no, Oh no Step a little closer I wonder if you can Remember me in this way |
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Wait a minute, my friend
Don't pass me up for dead As Babylon crumbles to sand Oh sweet flower blossom in my hands Another day is ending for them Another day will end I am alive, see my rivers flowing I don't wanna be like , I don't wanna be like you There are no others in here, no There are no others in here, no way And a voice of the people cries As it drones on in monotone Here is the news, it's all so sad Ooh, and the black and white The diluted truth of you Put the pennies in a collection plate Come on Come on Come on Wait a minute, my friend Don't pass me up for dead As Babylon crumbles to sand Oh sweet flower blossom in my hand Another day is ending for them Another day will end While I'm alive, you see my rivers flowing I don't wanna be like , I don't wanna be like you There are no others in here, no There are no others in here, no We're burning up in here I'm burning up in here Oh no, Oh no Step a little closer I wonder if you can Remember me in this way |
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from The Cult - Beyond Good And Evil (2001)
I look inside your black heaven
I see your naked altar there, yeah, yeah-yeah They rip you down and criticize you Too strong to bend, too strong to care, oh-oh, oh Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the death machine Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the death machine American gothic raven boy Child monster with insect hair, yeah, heh-heh You destroy this moral prison You free the slaves, you free the slaves You free the slaves, you free the Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine Black star, white light A black star, white light A black star, white light A black star, white light American gothic, your black heaven American gothic, your black heaven, yeah, your black heaven American gothic, your black heaven, yeah, your black heaven American gothic, it's your black heaven, your black heaven Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine Black star, white light Black star, white light Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine American gothic American gothic American dream Your black heaven Your black heaven Your black heaven |
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Ashes and ghosts are all around me, yeah on
On the night of the assassins, they came, and I was ready Do you beleive? Oh, yeah Do you beleive? I look around the world and see The winged waifs powdered on petal dust I can't believe the sorcerer's dream has come And never chosen one of us All around, the atoms raging I can see your magic's failing I do believe they're gonna get you I do believe, can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me I don't believe in what you're saying, no, no, no, no Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart Can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me You broke the truth and now you're fading Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart You're a fake, yeah, you're a fraud The assassin's hand has planned To pull the wings off every one of us, yeah Cracked fairy head's are spinning down The blood shot eyes, nostrils flared at us All around, the atoms raging I can see your magic's failing I do believe they're gonna get you I do believe, can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me I don't believe in what you're saying, no, no, no, no Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart Can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me You broke the truth and now you're fading Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart You're a dog, you're a fake, you're a fraud Can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me I don't believe in what you're saying, whoa, oh-oh Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart Can't cast a spell on me Ashes and ghosts are all around me You broke the truth and now you're fading Ashes and ghosts, they fill my heart You're fading, yeah, you're fading, fading Don't believe in what you're saying Can't cast a spell on me, oh-whoa, no, no, no, no You broke the truth and now you're fading Yeah, you're fading, yeah, you're fading, yeah, you're fading |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I reach my hand I reach my hand For that bad medicine The crowds are full of heroes Propping up the mark with their empty goals It's starting and it's raining And the porno burns my eyes Wipe away the tear With the skin from my hide Don't you give into that bad medicine Keep on smiling It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall Oh, it's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I've heard about this new world you're building But will there be room for me? It's starting and it's raining And the porno burns my eyes Wipe away the tear With the skin from my hide Reach out for that bad medicine Ooh, feel your skin burn Feel your soul turn Don't you give into Don't you give into that bad medicine Bad medicine Smile, it may take a while But it's better than being nailed to the floor Spit in their face if they stare while you're down Don't reach out for that bad medicine Don't reach out for that bad medicine Try smiling or smile or smile Bad medicine get hold of Bad medicine get hold of you Wipe away the tears With the skin from my hide Wipe away the tears With the skin from my hide It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I reach out my hand I reach out my hand for that bad medicine Don't you give into Don't you give into that bad medicine That bad medicine Mmmm, bad medicine Mmmm, bad medicine |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I reach my hand I reach my hand For that bad medicine The crowds are full of heroes Propping up the mark with their empty goals It's starting and it's raining And the porno burns my eyes Wipe away the tear With the skin from my hide Don't you give into that bad medicine Keep on smiling It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall Oh, it's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I've heard about this new world you're building But will there be room for me? It's starting and it's raining And the porno burns my eyes Wipe away the tear With the skin from my hide Reach out for that bad medicine Ooh, feel your skin burn Feel your soul turn Don't you give into Don't you give into that bad medicine Bad medicine Smile, it may take a while But it's better than being nailed to the floor Spit in their face if they stare while you're down Don't reach out for that bad medicine Don't reach out for that bad medicine Try smiling or smile or smile Bad medicine get hold of Bad medicine get hold of you Wipe away the tears With the skin from my hide Wipe away the tears With the skin from my hide It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I reach out my hand I reach out my hand for that bad medicine Don't you give into Don't you give into that bad medicine That bad medicine Mmmm, bad medicine Mmmm, bad medicine |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
Black night baby
Past the midnight hour, yeah All around me, all around me, all around me Butterfly women singing No time for trouble A time of joy I'm far from home Don't care no more Fallin' down The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down I love that sound Sittin' in a bar in Bangkok Waitin' for the rain to stop All around me, the butterfly women talkin' Just talkin' and singing No time for trouble A time for joy now I don't care no more I don't care no more Fallin' down The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Down on the ground, yeah, ow No time for trouble It's a time for joy I don't care no more I'm too far from home Fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Down on the ground, yeah I'm a free spirit A travelling man Round the world I like to lurk The rain comes down In a Bangkok town My heart is in my mouth Baby, won't you please take me home? I ain't got nowhere to go No trouble Freaky city Freaky city Freak city Freak city Freak city Freak city Freaky city |
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from The Cult - The Cult (2003)
To be free
Like the birds and the bees, yeah To be free, sister free, sister free Like the wind in the trees You gotta fly if you wanna survive Don't eat shit if you wanna stay fit Free yeah Like the birds and the bees, well Free You gotta stay free, free, free You gotta burn, ooh, sister you gotta learn, yeah You gotta lie, cheat and lie Cheat and lie if you wanna survive, whoo Don't get high if you don't wanna fry Yeah free, whoo, like Dusty and me I gotta tell you what it's all about Free yeah Like the birds and the bees, well Free yeah You gotta stay free, free, freedom Yeah, freedom Well, free, freedom Free Like the birds and the bees You gotta fly sister, you gotta fly sister If you wanna survive Gotta be free like sweet H and me Free, yeah Free Come on Come on Come on Come on Get ya Come on Come on Come on Get it Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Be free |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
Oh, drag me back, and drag me back
And drag me back, drag me back, drag me back Through the revolution, without solution And the walls get taller While ye get smaller While we get smaller The fear is getting taller A big neon glitter pushes onto you, oh baby Sex from the hip at the crack of a whip, oh yeah The wall gets taller while ye get smaller, yeah Push against the big neon glitter, pushes onto you None may indeed go out Oh, drag me back, drag me back And drag me back, drag me back, drag me back Through the revolution, without solution And the wall gets taller While ye get smaller While ye get smaller The fear is getting taller Neon glitter onto you, oh baby Sex from the hip at the crack of a whip, oh yeah The wall gets taller while ye get smaller, yeah, yeah, yeah A big neon glitter pushes onto you, oh baby Yeah A big neon A big neon A big neon glitter A big neon glitter A big neon A big neon A big neon glitter A big neon glitter A big neon glitter |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years, and now he thinks of home The long men are waiting in the wings To put him in chains upon his return Emptyness, his bitterness is gone Journey on to the eternal reward It's a long way to go A black angel at your side It's a long way to go A black angel at your side The sirens call a sailor to die Enchanted by the sound, his desires have been found In his mind, his life is rushing by All this while, the storm it rages on He's turning old, he shall never return Sail on to the eternal reward It's a long way to go A black angel at your side It's a long way to go With that angel at your side It's a long way to go With the reaper at your side It's a long way to go A black angel at your side The fugitive has been away so long A thousand years, and now he thinks of home The long men are waiting in the wings To put him in chains upon his return Emptyness, his bitterness is gone Journey on to the eternal reward Oh, no, never Oh, no, never Oh, no, no It's a long way to go A black angel at your side It's a long way to go With that angel at your side It's a long way to go With the reaper at your side It's a long way to go With that angel at your side At your side It's a long It's a long, long, long goodbye It's a long, long, long goodbye |
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from The Cult - The Cult (2003)
Don't you hit that defenseless child
What gives you that empty right? Carry that for the rest of your life Carry that for the rest of time Did they hold you down? Oh yeah Did they push you around? Oh yeah-yeah Burning in the black sun Like a jackle on the run, well Burning in the black sun Burning up in the black sun, whoa yeah Rotten apples every one, ay Look at them Look at them run Guilty now for what they have done Did they hold you down? Whoa yeah-yeah Did they push you around? Whoa yeah-yeah Burning in the black sun Like a dog on the run Burning in the black sun Well, the time has finally come, whoa yeah Black sun It's like a jackel on the run, whoa yeah Burning in the black, the black sun Caught their vein, you've gone insane You've lost your mind, you're not my kind I hate your soul, you kill my fun You did no good, you better run Gonna get you down, gonna put you down Gonna stick you in the ground Gonna stick you in the ground Gonna make you Oh, gonna make you, whoa Burning in the black sun, black sun Burning in the black sun, black sun, black sun Don't you hit that defenseless child What gives you that empty right? Burning in the black sun, black sun, black sun, black sun, black sun Like a dog on the run Burning in the sun Burning in the black sun Black, black sun Black, black, black, black sun Yeah, you were a bully The universal bullies Ha ha ha Who's laughing at you now? Who's laughing at you now? You ain't got no hold on me You ain't got no piece of me You are lost in your own mind Yes you are you're declining in Oh yeah-yeah, black sun Burning in the black sun, black sun, black sun, whoo Yeah-yeah, black sun The black sun Burning in a black sun, black sun, black sun, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
The strangeness that I feel Rattles my bones It rattles my bones Ain't no bonebag I'm tired and sagging Only 21 but feel like 99 sometimes Just sittin' here In my lazy chair Watching all the young ones With their grey hair Ain't no bonebag I'm tired and sagging You know I feel like 99 sometimes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bonebag Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bonebag Ain't no bonebag I'm tired and sagging Only 21 but I feel like 99 sometimes Makes me feel like 99 Feel like 99 And I feel, feel, feel... Feel like 99 Only 21 sometimes Feel like Feel like Bonebag Bonebag Bonebag Ain't no bonebag Bonebag Ain't no bonebag Ain't no bonebag And I feel like 99 sometimes Ain't no bonebag I'm tired and sagging I ain't no bonebag I'm tired anymore Only 21 Like 99 sometimes |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
Yeah NYC
The place to be look at all the rock heads like you and me push against the pavement take it to the street sick of all the hype now riding on the beat Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Illuminate the night pixelated fury blank generation knowing what the game us never steal from us Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Lead the way man Drop your wall Lead the way man Drop your wall Savage scene you gotta taste the dream stand tall you gotta root it all gotta let it bleed lead the way man drop the wall lead the way man drop the wall come together Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town |
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Yeah NYC
The place to be look at all the rock heads like you and me push against the pavement take it to the street sick of all the hype now riding on the beat Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Illuminate the night pixelated fury blank generation knowing what the game us never steal from us Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Lead the way man Drop your wall Lead the way man Drop your wall Savage scene you gotta taste the dream stand tall you gotta root it all gotta let it bleed lead the way man drop the wall lead the way man drop the wall come together Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town Don't let us down Don't let us down They're chasing ours around all over town |
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I don't wanna be myself
Yeah, baby, I just wanna run You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun, oh Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego I shot the sun This tear of God I shot the sun, baby I don't wanna be myself Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This tear of God, this tear of God I shot the sun, baby, oh This tear of God A fact of life for all to see That every heart's a part of me A fact of life for all to see That every heart's a part of me Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego And I shot the sun And I shot the sun And I shot the sun, baby And I shot the sun, oh yeah Breathe you bastard, breathe Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
Embrace the wind with both arms
Stop the clouds dead in the sky Hang your head no more And beg no more Brother wolf and sister moon Your time has come Brother wolf and sister moon Your time has come And the wind will blow my fears away Will dry my tears away And dry my tears away And blow my fears away Embrace the wind with both arms Stop the clouds dead in the sky Hang your head no more And beg no more Brother wolf and sister moon Your time has come Brother wolf and sister moon Your time has come And the wind will blow my fears away Will dry my tears away And blow my fears away And dry my tears away And the wind will blow my fears away Will dry my tears away And blow my fears away And dry my, dry my tears away, yeah Dry my tears away, yeah And blow my, blow my fears away, yeah And blow my, blow my, blow my And blow my fears away |
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The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide The whole world did not start to cry They just got inside me And now they walk behind me They walk behind me They walk behind me Oh lord Like little dogs Like stony dogs, you know Stony dogs Stony dogs They walk behind me, oh lord They walk Behind me Behind me, oh lord |
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The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide The whole world did not start to cry They just got inside me And now they walk behind me They walk behind me They walk behind me Oh lord Like little dogs Like stony dogs, you know Stony dogs Stony dogs They walk behind me, oh lord They walk Behind me Behind me, oh lord |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
It's a ceremony
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's a ceremony Oil and blood ceremony Hold an eagle feather to my heart, yeah On my heart A time for magic driftin' in Pushin' molten fire music in Yeah, fire music in, oh We are gathered here now in a sacred place Yeah, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good now children Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good good baby Ceremony Funky style music got you good now children Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good Ancient rhythm hit machine Ritual music flowing strong and free Flowing strong and free A celebration that we need To cleanse a world that is bleeding deep Ooh, don't let her bleed, no Oh, we are gathered here in a sacred place, yeah yeah Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good now children Ceremony Funky style music got you good baby Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good good, good, girl Ceremony Funky style music got you good It's a ritual time And we need to gather together To embrace what we have forgotten So we can live, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good, good, girl Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, baby Ceremony, ceremony Got you good, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good, Ceremony Ceremony got you good now, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah Ceremony got you good, good, good, good, good, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
Paris is burning
The city alight the club kids on fire they're doing it right they're keeping it punk rock they're keeping it tight ripping out speakers and pumping hi-fi A higher love that rises above Rises above yeah a higher love See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours The hoods are all right the climate is rising pollution is high you better take cover get caught in the sights A higher love that rises above Rises above yeah a higher love See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me |
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Paris is burning
The city alight the club kids on fire they're doing it right they're keeping it punk rock they're keeping it tight ripping out speakers and pumping hi-fi A higher love that rises above Rises above yeah a higher love See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours The hoods are all right the climate is rising pollution is high you better take cover get caught in the sights A higher love that rises above Rises above yeah a higher love See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me See the silver set beneath the stars a hundred million voices that cry as ours To rise above it all above our hearts she gave everthing everything to me |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl I despise all of your lies I'm not the prodigal son I'm not the chosen one I'm just a man of good intention Hey-hey-hey Come on home Hey-hey-hey Your horses terrify me I can't work out why The things you say are not ok I'm not the prodigal son I'm not the chosen one Why can't you decide When you chastise me? Whoa I'm coming down Coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken I'm coming down I'm coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud Your dying flowers stink They smell like rotten ink From a poison pen So I wrote on your head Well, just how deep you'll go From whence you came, and don't you know? Whoa, innocence Your winter's so harsh in your heart I'm coming down Coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down Yeah-hey... You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud Pushin' me harder Pushin' me harder Pushin' me harder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm coming down I'm coming, coming down You baptise me, oh yeah I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down, whoa yeah Coming down You baptise me, yeah I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, his drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down Well, I'm still mad Yeah, your drug tongue spoken true |
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from The Cult - The Cult (2003)
You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl I despise all of your lies I'm not the prodigal son I'm not the chosen one I'm just a man of good intention Hey-hey-hey Come on home Hey-hey-hey Your horses terrify me I can't work out why The things you say are not ok I'm not the prodigal son I'm not the chosen one Why can't you decide When you chastise me? Whoa I'm coming down Coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken I'm coming down I'm coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud Your dying flowers stink They smell like rotten ink From a poison pen So I wrote on your head Well, just how deep you'll go From whence you came, and don't you know? Whoa, innocence Your winter's so harsh in your heart I'm coming down Coming down You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down Yeah-hey... You baptise me I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud Pushin' me harder Pushin' me harder Pushin' me harder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm coming down I'm coming, coming down You baptise me, oh yeah I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down, whoa yeah Coming down You baptise me, yeah I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, his drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down I don't wanna drown Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud I'm coming down Well, I'm still mad Yeah, your drug tongue spoken true |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
Drop all your
You ain't got nothing to say My girls no flirt she can walk and she walks like she talks My girl fade away she got diamonds every day don't even when she walks away she's all mine she decides She's got diamonds on the inside my girl she's got diamonds on the inside she watch the world fade away --- ignore every look that you throw down and she stands around She's got diamonds on the inside she's my girl she's got diamonds on the inside she's my girl She's a diamond She's my girl on the inside she's my girl |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
Drop all your
You ain't got nothing to say My girls no flirt she can walk and she walks like she talks My girl fade away she got diamonds every day don't even when she walks away she's all mine she decides She's got diamonds on the inside my girl she's got diamonds on the inside she watch the world fade away --- ignore every look that you throw down and she stands around She's got diamonds on the inside she's my girl she's got diamonds on the inside she's my girl She's a diamond She's my girl on the inside she's my girl |
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So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior You live a lie sold your soul for the paper You be a slave be a media whore Snake skin heal and a cold black coal Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm Hyenna lurk outside your door You're passed out on the bathroom floor Bite your lip Shake your hip Taste the whip You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive Stay in the game you sick lil hipster You get it all, you get it ahead Shake your hip Bite you lip Back the whip You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar I don't believe no Dirty Little Rockstar You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior You live a lie sold your soul for the paper You be a slave be a media whore Snake skin heal and a cold black coal Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm Hyenna lurk outside your door You're passed out on the bathroom floor Bite your lip Shake your hip Taste the whip You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive Stay in the game you sick lil hipster You get it all, you get it ahead Shake your hip Bite you lip Back the whip You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar I don't believe no Dirty Little Rockstar You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my dreamtime My dreamtime, my dreamtime The only thing untouched that's mine I will have my dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will wear my hair long My hair long, my hair long An extension of my heart I will wear my hair long Dream Dream Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my dreamtime My dreamtime, my dreamtime The only thing untouched that's mine I will have my dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime Dream... Dreamtime... |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my dreamtime My dreamtime, my dreamtime The only thing untouched that's mine I will have my dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will wear my hair long My hair long, my hair long An extension of my heart I will wear my hair long Dream Dream Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my dreamtime My dreamtime, my dreamtime The only thing untouched that's mine I will have my dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime Dream... Dreamtime... |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
Well alright
Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, ow, that's right Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, whoa State of confusion exists only in your head, whoa whoa, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, whoo Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you Yeah, baby, baby Now it's time for justice In the scene of discontent, ow baby A time for justice, that's justice In the scene of discontent, yeah State of confusion exists only in your head Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, ow Earth mother for you now Earth mother for you now Earth mother for Earth mother for Earth mother for you Now listen What do you want What do you want What do you What do you want now Think about it What do you want What do you want What do you What do you want now Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Funky earth mofo, mofo Funky, funky mofo Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you Earth mother for you |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
Always said you were a youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world shaker Oh, Warhol's darling queen, Edie An angel with a broken wing The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek Ooh, stars wrapped in your hair Ooh, life without a care But your not there Oh, caught up in an endless scene, Edie Yeah, paradise, a shattered dream Oh, wired on the pills you took, Edie Your innocence dripped blood, sweet child The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek Ooh, stars wrapped in your hair Ooh, life without a care Ciao baby ... Shake it, boy Oh, sweet little sugar talker Paradise dream stealer Oh, Warhol's little queen, Edie An angel with a broken wing, oh The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek, well Stars wrapped in your hair Ooh, life without a care Yeah, yeah, yeah Why did you kiss the world goodbye? Ciao baby Don't you know paradise takes time? Ciao, yeah Why did you kiss the world goodbye? Ciao baby Don't you know paradise takes time? Ooh, ciao, yeah Ciao baby, yeah Ciao baby Ciao baby, yeah Ciao baby |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
Fire woman, yeah
Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey Oh, since I set my eyes on you I tell you the truth T-t-t-t-twistin' like a flame in a slow dance, baby You're driving me crazy Come on, little honey Come on now Fire Smoke, she is a rising fire, yeah Smoke on the horizon, well Fire Smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smokestack lightning Smokestack lightning Well, shake it up, you're to blame, got me swayin' little honey My heart's a ball of burnin' flame Oh, yes it is Prancing like a cat on a hot tin shack Lord, have mercy Come on little sister Come on and shake it Fire Smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smoke on the horizon, yeah Fire Smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smokestack lightning, baby I was thinking What I've been missing I'll tell you truthfully, well She's coming close now Oh, I can feel her She's getting close to me And I never, yeah Fire Smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smoke on the horizon Fire Smoke, she is a rising, rising, rising fire Smokestack lightning A-j-j-j... Burnin' out and shake it, baby. Come on and burn it. I say send down fire to me say send down fire to me say send down fire to me, yeah! Fire woman, you're to blame... |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
Gunfire ricochet off my halo
My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees The truth is certain, I gotta start livin' I've been down for all to see, yeah All my dreams creepin' up on me The whole world is my destiny Sweet lord, set us all free Only one future I see, yeah Full tilt I'm finally hit, yeah-yeah Full tilt Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, baby Oh, we've been down with our heads in the sand Complaining that there's nothing to do Now people listen, I'm sick of excuses That dull confusion baby, finally through All that time pushin' hard on me Freak society, my destiny Sweet lord, set us all free Only one future I see, yeah Full tilt I'm finally hit, yeah Full tilt, Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, yeah Full tilt, finally hit Baby, that's how I feel Full tilt, gonna make you sweat That's the only deal Full tilt, now I'm free Baby ignite my soul Full tilt, I'm in love with that shit Baby that's rock n' roll, yeah Super fat funky Gunfire ricocheted off my halo My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees, yeah You gotta start livin' We gotta start livin', livin' Do it |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
There's a whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown My eyes are open, no love Watching for the train, no love, no love Just a breath across the ocean Feel no love If it flies, it dies Flags into a pocket, no love We're standing on a platform Feel no love In everyone a hook line, no love, no love Against me making time Feel no love Whisper in the wires, no love Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown And the rhythms of my hometown Feel no love And the rhythms of my hometown |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
There's a whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown My eyes are open, no love Watching for the train, no love, no love Just a breath across the ocean Feel no love If it flies, it dies Flags into a pocket, no love We're standing on a platform Feel no love In everyone a hook line, no love, no love Against me making time Feel no love Whisper in the wires, no love Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown And the rhythms of my hometown Feel no love And the rhythms of my hometown |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Go west young man And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Go west young man Are your dreams in the new lands? And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey Go west young man Go west young man And spread your wings in the new, new, new, new, new lands And my life is over while your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... Go west young man And break those heads in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Crazy... The world is crazy... Around and round... Crazy |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Go west young man And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Go west young man Are your dreams in the new lands? And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey Go west young man Go west young man And spread your wings in the new, new, new, new, new lands And my life is over while your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... Go west young man And break those heads in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Crazy... The world is crazy... Around and round... Crazy |
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from The Cult - Dreamtime (2003)
Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Go west young man And break bread in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Go west young man Are your dreams in the new lands? And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey Go west young man Go west young man And spread your wings in the new, new, new, new, new lands And my life is over while your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... Go west young man And break those heads in the new lands And my life is over While your's just beginning Say hey We can offer you everything... The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round The crazy spinning circle's going round and round Around and round Around and round Crazy... The world is crazy... Around and round... Crazy |
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from The Cult - The Cult (2003)
So your anger didn't carry you too far
What'd you expect anyway? There's no patience left, your shattered little self You haven't got a fucking thing to say High on your own Gone motherfucker Fucking stoned, yeah Rain on your back, the wind in your face You're spinnin 'round, going nowhere Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone You wasted it this time, my friend High on your own, yeah Gone motherfucker Fucking stoned, yeah My friends and I used to mess about in the park We were only 14, yeah I later understood about my attitude I never thought I'd get that gone High on your own, yeah Gone motherfucker Fucking stoned, whoa High, high Stoned, yeah Come on nasty person On your own, yeah |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, they swirl around me To the heart of soul You got to bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul Gotta get to the heart of soul, yeah Get to the hip, now baby 'Fore the hip get to you, lil' woman Try to bend me out of shape Can't tell me, can't tell me what to do, little honey Well, the night, it rise above me, rise above me, yeah And those blues, they swirl around me, ooh, ooh To the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Ow, get to the heart of soul, yeah Gotta get to the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Baby, heart of soul, ow From the delta Down on the river We need some heart of soul In the world today now A little bit of heart of soul now In the world today A little bit of soul now A little heart of so-so-so-so, soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no they don't, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Ow, baby, heart of soul What I want Is a heart of soul What I want What I need Is a heart of soul now What I want Heart of soul yeah What I want baby is a heart of soul You got the heart, you got the soul You got the heart of soul You got the power, you got the heart You got the soul |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, they swirl around me To the heart of soul You got to bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul Gotta get to the heart of soul, yeah Get to the hip, now baby 'Fore the hip get to you, lil' woman Try to bend me out of shape Can't tell me, can't tell me what to do, little honey Well, the night, it rise above me, rise above me, yeah And those blues, they swirl around me, ooh, ooh To the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Ow, get to the heart of soul, yeah Gotta get to the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Baby, heart of soul, ow From the delta Down on the river We need some heart of soul In the world today now A little bit of heart of soul now In the world today A little bit of soul now A little heart of so-so-so-so, soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no they don't, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Ow, baby, heart of soul What I want Is a heart of soul What I want What I need Is a heart of soul now What I want Heart of soul yeah What I want baby is a heart of soul You got the heart, you got the soul You got the heart of soul You got the power, you got the heart You got the soul |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
It's so nice to get away, get away for a day
I see a hollow man, gun in hand, gun in hand, it points my way You know, he follows me everywhere and everyday, I gotta get away I won't miss him if he goes away and stays away, yeah, yeah He's just a hunter for the devil Hollow man Hollow man Hollow man He's just a hunter for the devil Hollow man Hollow man Hollow man You see, it's so nice to get away, get away for a day I see a hollow man, gun in hand, gun in hand, it points my way, oh You know, he follows me everywhere and everyday, I gotta get away I won't miss him if he goes away and stays away, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah He's just a hunter for the devil Hollow man Hollow man Hollow man He's just a hunter for the devil Hollow man Hollow man Hollow man Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I
Fell in Love With your face Take Down the walls Of this place Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think And you sense the heat in my heart and she broke me down like a dog and I cried and cried till I couldn't speak no more Your a wild thing They say wild things But much too wild i think Child Hush your mouth Innocence Please don't speak Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think |
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I
Fell in Love With your face Take Down the walls Of this place Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think And you sense the heat in my heart and she broke me down like a dog and I cried and cried till I couldn't speak no more Your a wild thing They say wild things But much too wild i think Child Hush your mouth Innocence Please don't speak Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think Your a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild i think |
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And they come
And they come See them prancing They come neighing, they come A horse nation See them prancin', they neighing come See them prancin' They come neighing and they neighing come The whole world is coming From the four directions Scream and shout See them prancing They come neighing and they come A horse nation See them prancing, they neighing came See them prancing Proudly they came The whole world is coming From the four directions And I scream and shout The whole world is coming From the four directions Scream and shout |
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And they come
And they come See them prancing They come neighing, they come A horse nation See them prancin', they neighing come See them prancin' They come neighing and they neighing come The whole world is coming From the four directions Scream and shout See them prancing They come neighing and they come A horse nation See them prancing, they neighing came See them prancing Proudly they came The whole world is coming From the four directions And I scream and shout The whole world is coming From the four directions Scream and shout |
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Survival of the fittest baby
Yeah, who thought life was so damn easy Try to run before you crawl Yeh innocent til' they prove you guilty Got yourself some bad information A victim of their communication You can run, but you just can't hide Baby you gotta let it ride Guilty, Steal your Steal your love Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone You burn brightly in the dark Got yourself some bad information Victim of their communication You can run but you just can't hide Baby you gotta let it ride Guilty, Steal your Steal your love Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone You burn brightly in the dark Yeh run on my own From so far, so my heart stops breaking Alone On my own Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone Cos You burn brightly in the dark Yeh run on my own From so far, so my heart stops breaking Alone On my own |
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Survival of the fittest baby
Yeah, who thought life was so damn easy Try to run before you crawl Yeh innocent til' they prove you guilty Got yourself some bad information A victim of their communication You can run, but you just can't hide Baby you gotta let it ride Guilty, Steal your Steal your love Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone You burn brightly in the dark Got yourself some bad information Victim of their communication You can run but you just can't hide Baby you gotta let it ride Guilty, Steal your Steal your love Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone You burn brightly in the dark Yeh run on my own From so far, so my heart stops breaking Alone On my own Cos you burn brightly in the darkness alone Cos You burn brightly in the dark Yeh run on my own From so far, so my heart stops breaking Alone On my own |
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If If that's the way
that it is, ooh If If that's the way that it is If we put our hearts together And overcome our hesitation Maybe we could join our love as one And storm the gates of heaven, yeah If the winds of change Would blow in the favour of man Resolve our situation Undo the work of idle temptation Oh yeah well, the test of time, the test of time Oh yeah You know, freedom will fly, yeah If If that's the way that it is We gotta fight to live If If that's the way that it is, yeah We gotta fight to live, yeah If the tribes of Eden Could find some common ground Share in life and wisdom And free our minds from prison, baby If there came a prophet Will he show us to the promised land Gotta start talkin' Gotta start talkin' Talkin', yeah Ooh yeah Whoa yeah yeah Oh, the test of time Oh, freedom will fly If If that's the way that it is, yeah yeah We gotta fight to live, yeah If If that's the way that it is, well We gotta fight to live, ooh yeah Runnin' out of time, yeah Coming like a holy war We gotta fight to live Gotta struggle now Fight to live If, yeah If that's the way that it is, yeah We gotta fight to live, ow If If that's the way that it is If that's the way that it is We gotta fight to live Fight to live, yeah, ow |
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You've run into the city
The center of it all New vision and new language To camouflage the fall But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie shine on Illuminated shine on Illuminated Angel head destroyer Young heart torn to shreds You savage violent favours On canvas blood But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie Shine On Illuminated Shine On Illuminated Shine On And we all shine on And we all shine on Illuminated But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie Shine On Illuminated And we all shine on Illuminated Shine on Shine on Shine on |
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from The Cult - Born Into This (2007)
You've run into the city
The center of it all New vision and new language To camouflage the fall But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie shine on Illuminated shine on Illuminated Angel head destroyer Young heart torn to shreds You savage violent favours On canvas blood But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie Shine On Illuminated Shine On Illuminated Shine On And we all shine on And we all shine on Illuminated But they had no reason to stand there doing time Profit from the season, the path consumes the lie Shine On Illuminated And we all shine on Illuminated Shine on Shine on Shine on |
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from The Cult - The Singles 1984-1995 (2001)
Free your mind and float away, ooh-ooh-ooh
Lose all time and drift away Violence in the world is on the rise again Free yourself, spin away Ah, climb a mountain to reach yourself Climb a mountain to find zen, zen, zen, ay Free your mind and drift away, yeah Free your tribe and float away, float away, ooh Climb a mountain to reach yourself Ah, climb a mountain to find zen, zen, zen Hey, hey, hey, hey What makes you think it's ok? Hey, hey, hey, hey What makes you think it's ok? It's ok? Stroll your bones, yes, sow your oats, yeah Love your friends and tellin' jokes Gonna make such an entry with the gunstar season folks Well, love, love, love in, love in the clouds, in the clouds Climb a mountain to reach yourself Ah, climb a mountain to find zen, zen, zen Hey, hey What makes you think it's ok? Hey, hey, hey What makes you think it's ok? It's ok? It's ok? It's ok? Free... |
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from The Cult - Ceremony (1999)
Indian woman, let down your hair
Indian woman, let down your hair Blood red wine, layered in time Blood red wine, layered in time Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Standing at the edge of the world, yeah-yeah Help me girl, oh help me girl Yeah-yeah-yeah Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance, oh Indian woman, let down your hair Indian woman, let down your hair Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, please help me girl I'm standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Yeah-yeah All the temples stand in ruin (in ruin) Reaching out to the gods of the sky (gods of the sky) While the Earth beats to the rhythm (beats to the rhythm) My indian lover's high, high, high, high Standing at the edge of the world Ooh, help me girl, please help me girl Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Standing at the edge of the world Help me girl, Indian woman Help me, hey, Indian woman Oh help me girl, yeah, yeah, yeah Let down your hair Indian woman, let down your hair, hey-yeah Standing at the edge of the world Standing at the edge of the world Standing at the edge of the world The world |
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from The Cult - The Cult (2003)
Yeah, I poisoned myself but I survived the thrill of life
I altered my state of mind so I could fly, mmm Yeah, travelled beyond my pedestrian ties My innocence, yeah, and those sweet lies I rode in that car as far as it would take me, take me I don't need no gun I walk into the sun Find what's going on Find what's going down I don't need no gun I walk into your fun Fun into the sun Find what's going on Your velvet tear rolled down my back Your arms wrapped tight around me I felt so good knowing that you could let go with me, yeah I don't need no gun I walk into your sun Find what's going on Find what's going down I don't need no gun I walk into your fun I don't need the sun To find what's going on Crazy hippie girl Soft lips make me swirl More than I can feel Mystery to me Yeah-hey-yeah Joy d'vivre, yeah Mysterious life, what do you hold for us in your cloak? I begin to shake, your horses, they are frightening me, well I don't need no gun I walk into your sun Find what's going on Find what's going down I don't need no gun I walk into your fun I don't need the sun To find what's going on Crazy hippie girl Soft lips make me swirl More than I can feel A mystery to me Had my child son I'm a young king now Hey mysterious life Holy criticised Yeah-hey-yeah Yeah-hey-yeah Joy d'vivre... |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
Comes and goes
And goes, she comes No man will ever Make her moan Break her bones Hey Judith Judith Hey, hey On the weight of a storm She comes and goes Oh Judith Yeah, Judith Oh Judith Judith Judith Oh Judith Oh Judith No man will ever Break her bones Break her bones With fire in her halo She comes and goes, yeah Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith There she goes Judith Hey, yeah... Judith... |
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from The Cult - Love (1985)
Comes and goes
And goes, she comes No man will ever Make her moan Break her bones Hey Judith Judith Hey, hey On the weight of a storm She comes and goes Oh Judith Yeah, Judith Oh Judith Judith Judith Oh Judith Oh Judith No man will ever Break her bones Break her bones With fire in her halo She comes and goes, yeah Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith Judith There she goes Judith Hey, yeah... Judith... |
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