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01. Sun King

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
This is where it all ends
And the kinda dream that you've never seen
Well, yeah

Hot damn, ooh, mercy ma'am
What the hell you doin' to me?
Ah, struttin' round with your head held high
What you tryin' to prove, girl?

Black haired missy, big brown eyes
On my knees, mama please
I'm a regal man, I'll do what I can
To take you off to the promised land

I'm a sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Sun king, honey
We can rule across the land

I'm a sun king, baby
With you I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, no

Hey, look out, little missy's about
Rippin' up the town, oh yeah
Honey, I can't tie you down
Woman, you makin' me frown

Long legged lady with a black dress on
On my knees, mama please
I'm a regal man, I'll do what I can
To t-t-take you to the promised land

A sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Yeah, a sun king, honey
We can rule across this land

I'm a sun king, baby, baby
With you I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, yeah

Let me tell you people
Now, listen good

City crawlin' like a tired dog, yeah
Cult children in the house of the dawn, yeah
Time was wasted 'cause it's gone too fast
Time was wasted 'cause it's gone too fast
I see the sun begin to shine
I see the sun begins to shine

Sun king, baby, ow
Let me take you by the hand
Oh, sun king, honey
We can rule across this land

I'm a sun king, baby, yeah, yeah
With you I'll share my throne
Sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, yeah

I'm a sun king, baby
Sun king, oh yeah
Sun king, baby
I'm a sun king, baby
Sun king baby

02. Fire Woman

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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-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

Trancing 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

03. American Horse

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well, well

Stick it in your ear 'cause it ain't exactly clear
What you people hear, I tell you that's right, oh yeah
Sucker in the middle blowing hot and cold
Cracking his whip on the American horse

He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse, well
He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse, well

Feather in his mane showing no fear of a twisted shady fool
I tell you that's right, that's right
Truth's a mighty clear forever on and on
Never break a spirit of the American horse, well
Don't you shoot him down

He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse
He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse, yeah

He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse
He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying to tame the American horse
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Crazy
On the day they tried to tame the American horse, yeah
Crazy
On the day they tried to tame the American horse, ow

Riding on a pony, riding against the wind
And in came Brando and he told it like this

Crazy, crazy, crazy momma

04. Edie (Ciao Baby)

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Always said you were a youth quaker, 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
Oh, stars wrapped in your hair
Oh, 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
Oh, stars wrapped in your hair
Oh, life without a care
Ciao baby

Shake it, boy

Oh, sweet little sugar talker
Hmm, 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
Oh, life without a care
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't you know paradise takes time?
Ciao baby
Yeah, yeah
Ciao baby
Ciao baby, yeah
Ciao baby

05. Sweet Soul Sister

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
All the hip young things
Trying to make a scene
We living out forbidden dreams
Star spangled banner
Flutters in the sky
Time hustles those who wait to die

Come on little, honey
Come on now, please
Come on little, honey and dance with me

Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn, well
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on

Ooh, she's a Dior girl
Twisting round the world
Midnight crush boogie scene
A firm fixed expression
Sensual, tender, smooth
Sexual panther, beautifully cool

Come on little, honey
Come on now, please
Come on little, honey and dance with me

Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn, well, well, well
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on, yeah

Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on, yeah

06. Soul Asylum

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Who would break a butterfly on a wheel?
Not me, my precious child
Sweet angel, wrap me in your velvet cloak, my dear
Love's a sweet warm Goddess I invited here

So many times I call your name, baby baby, please
So many times I call your name, yeah
Before the night is through grant me one last wish
Sweet soul asylum yeah, an everlasting kiss

Who would crush this woman underfoot?
Oh not me, my chosen one
(My chosen one)
Sweet angel, wrap me in your velvet cloak, my dear
Love's a sweet warm Goddess I invited here

So many times I call your name, oh please baby, yeah
So many times I call your name
Before the night is through grant me one last wish
Sweet soul asylum yeah, an everlasting kiss
Oh baby, yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh oh, takes me far away

So many times I call your name, oh baby baby, please
So many times I call your name
(Before the night is through)
Before the night is through
(Grant me one last wish)
Oh, grant me one last wish
Sweet soul asylum, an everlasting kiss

(Before the night is through, grant me one last wish)
Sweet soul asylum, an everlasting kiss
Sweet soul asylum, yeah oh, sweet soul asylum, yeah
Sweet soul, yeah, sweet soul asylum, oh

07. New York City

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I saw a rainbow stretched across the ocean crashed the big apple
So I took a bite found a taste I like but she bit me back
I jumped across the ocean found a big apple so I took a bite
She teased me with a taste laid my soul to waste
Stabbed me in the back

Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ
I ain't never coming back, no
Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ
I ain't never coming back, child

Pressure never stops pressure never drops Lennon got fried
Said it was a crime said it was a pity no one even cried
Pressure never stops pressure never drops Lennon got fried
Said it was a crime said it was a pity no one even cried, cried, cried

Oh, Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place
I ain't never coming back, oh no no
Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place
I ain't never coming back

Oh, New York City
Oh, New York City, yeah, yeah
New York City, yeah
Oh, New York City, well, well

Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ I'm never coming back, no
Disneyland, trash can baby, yeah give you a heart attack
The Times Square shuffle, Manhattan flip twenty four hour groove
Working up a frenzy baby people push on through, yeah

Listen boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I jumped across the ocean found a big apple so I took a bite
She teased me with a taste laid my soul to waste
Stabbed me in the back

Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place
I'm never coming back, no no no
Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ
I ain't never, never, yeah

Oh, New York City
Wake up, yeah, in the New York City
Well, New York City, yeah, yeah
New York City, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shake it up, do it now
Shake it up, bells ringing
I'm shooting down on the hip now
I'm shooting down on the hip now, baby
I'm shooting down on the hip now
Oh, New York City

08. Automatic Blues

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Yeah
Ooh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Hey there people, have you heard the news?
Ooh oh yeah
The world's on fire, I'm telling you
Yeah
I'm telling you
Brothers and sisters everywhere, come together
People like you should
Ooh, like you should
Drive on people
Drive on people

Ooh, I never thought we'd get too far
Yeah
Livin' on the wrong side talkin' 'bout life
Aow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lovers and sinners, cats and fools
Shake it together, come on people
Please, yeah
Drive on people
People drive on, say
Drive on people

I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
Talkin' about the automatic blues
Yeah
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
Talkin' about the automatic blues

Ain't no sucker, oaw
Ain't no fool, no
Ain't no sucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on and shake it, boy

Drive on people
People drive on, yeah
Drive on people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drive on people
People drive on, say
Drive on people

I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
I'm talkin' about the automatic blues
Yeah
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
I'm talkin' about the automatic blues, now

I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
I'm talkin' about the automatic blues
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool
I'm talkin' about the automatic blues
Yeah, uh

09. Soldier Blue

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Yeah, come on now

Soldier blue, bloodstained red
Hey people, he's gonna bust your head
A real bad dream, yeah, you know it's true
Kiss his boots or you'll be through

Out of the night comes a soldier right
Line you up in his gun sight
His mind's exploded, ego's overloaded
Hey children, start-a-runnin'

Soldier blue, love is out of season
Soldier blue, ain't fighting for no reason, no, no
Ain't fighting for no reason, no, no

Well, soldier blue, soldier fright
He's gonna bust up everything in sight
A real heavy dude in a killing mood
Pack your bags or you'll be through, you'll be through, yeah

He's guaranteed to shatter all your dreams
His mind's exploded, ego's overloaded
Hey children, start-a-runnin', yeah

Soldier blue, oh, love is out of season
Soldier blue, fighting for no reason
Soldier blue, love is out of season
Soldier blue, her love is out of season

I have seen the sunset, the sea on fire
Ships burn off the coast of Orion
Dreams of peace wait on the horizon, oh yeah
Clouds filled with blood rain on the water
While night time's fingers clench the light shut
Our sister rides the horse, Apocalypse

Now is the closing, love has no season, yeah
Love has no season
C'mon shake ya sinner

Soldier blue, love is out of season
Soldier blue, fighting for no reason
Soldier blue, yeah, love is out of season
Soldier blue, fighting for no reason
Soldier blue, fighting for no reason, yeah
Soldier blue, fighting for no reason, yeah

Love has no season
Love has no season
Love has no season, yeah

10. Wake up Time For Freedom

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, well
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha

There's someone knocking on my door
A tall dark figure I've never seen before
His badge shone brightly like a star in the sky
He dragged me out to the waiting car

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake up time for freedom, baby

A flock of vultures spinning 'round my head
Left me on the roadside for dead
Cars pass by but no one stares
These waking dreams, they never end

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake up time for freedom
You know we gotta try

Lawman on the bank now, honey
Hound dog on my trail
Wake up time for freedom
Before the night prevails

There's someone knocking on my door
A tall dark figure I've never seen before
Yeah, backs on blinding, like a star in the sky
He dragged me out to the waiting car

Sometimes, like this, they came

Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly, yeah
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly, yeah
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time for freedom, baby

Freedom, freedom

11. Medicine Train

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Shotgun

Standin' on a stage, the boy started shakin'
Lip curled back, the place started quakin', yeah
I ain't got long to go now baby
I'm flyin' high

Ridin' on a medicine train
(Train)
Never coming down again, no
(The train)
Ridin' on a medicine train
(Train)
I ain't never, never comin' down

All fired up, a desolation angel
A shootin' from a hip in the sonic temple, yeah
I ain't got long to go now baby
'Cause I'm flyin' high

Ridin' on a medicine train
(Train)
Yea, never coming down again, no
(Train)
Ridin' on a medicine train, yeah
(Train)
I ain't never coming down again, well
(The train)

Ridin' on a medicine train
(Train)
Never comin' down again
(Train)
Ridin' on a medicine train, train, train, train
(Train)
I ain't never, yeah

Shotgun
Ow oh yea yea

Ah, don't you take me down the river, please
Ah, don't you take me down the river, please, please, please
Oh yea
Ow
Oh yea

Standin' on a stage, a boy started shakin'
Lip curled back, the place started quakin', yeah, yeah
We ain't got long to go now baby
Flyin' high

To ride on a medicine train
(Ridin' on a medicine train)
Never comin' down again
(Never comin' down again)
(Train)
Ridin' on a medicine train
(Ridin' on a medicine train)
I ain't never comin' down
Never comin' down again
Dear sweet Jesus

Feelin' good now
Feelin' good now
Feelin' good now
Ow, feelin' good

That's rock n' roll for you
That's rock n' roll
Yeah now
Rock n' roll
C'mon, shake it boy
Shake it now, ow

Oh, gimme lot of that medicine
Whoa oh, train, yeah

12. The River

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I have traveled far
Unto this pagan hole
Where nothing is real
A place so pure and cold

She runs deep and strong
Twisting like a snake
A thousand miles long
A terror like a storm
On the river, on the river

Oh, raining jangled tears
The shadows hold me near
Burn down the dawn
Now the furnace is gone, yeah

Oh, deep inside my heart
I can feel he is near me
Cold sweat drips down
Illusion and fear
On the river, yeah
On the river, yeah, yeah

A gunshot, a river demon
Baby burn down the citadel
Hands of love hands of treason
Oh, shift the doctor, ditch the bones
On the river, on the river

Turnaround, turnaround, yeah, turnaround
Beating the dark side, yeah, yeah, yeah
The dark side, yeah, yeah
Turnaround dark side yeah turn around
Give me the dark side, yeah, yeah

I have traveled far
Unto this pagan hole
Where nothing is real
A place so pure as gold

Deep inside my heart
I can feel he is near me
Cold sweat drips down
Illusion and fear
On the river, on the river, on the river

13. Lay Down your Gun

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Drifting in on a dust cloud parched and dirty from the ride
He tied his horse to a fence post and strapped a gun to his side
Across the square walked a lady Indian girl dressed in black
As she walked by she smiled and said as she walked by she said

Lay down your gun young boy lay down your gun young man
Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die

In her eye he saw a tear winter rose she gave to him
On his cheek she placed a kiss and prayed to set him free
Spotted the lady standing waiting there
With outstretched hands to stop that bloody bloody affair

Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die Young man

Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die Going to die
If you don't
Lay down stay down
Lay down lay down your gun young man
Lay down stay down young boy
Lay down your gun