The Cult - Heathens lyrics
[The Cult - Heathens lyrics]
I haven't slept, seen a sliver of night
The scattered bones guiding my hand
The scattered bones, they are guiding my hand
Saw Che Guevara in a garbage can
Death of tiger, law of man
Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold
Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold
The sea rises up, the sea rises up
Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard
Where the torn crows laugh
And were lost in the night
Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard
Where the torn crows laugh
And were lost in the night
We are swans, we are burning swans
Wilderness, she is coming alive
Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold
Fortunes told, man got no plan left
The sea rises up, the sea rises up
Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard
Where the torn crows laugh
And were lost in the night
Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard
Where the torn crows laugh
And were lost in the night in the night
Dirty heathen, dirty heathen, dirty heathen
Dirty heathen hard rain a fall, hard rain a
Fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall
Hard rain a fall, hard rain a
Fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall
Hey, dirty heathen
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