The Cult - The Cult lyrics
Tracks 01. Gone
02. Coming Down (Drug Tongue) 03. Real GRRRL 04. Black Sun 05. Naturally High 06. Joy 07. Star 08. Sacred Life 09. Be Free 10. Universal You 11. Emperor's New Home 12. Saints Are Down 01. Gone Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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 02. Coming Down (Drug Tongue) Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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 03. Real GRRRL Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Free baby
Free baby Free baby I shaved my head Yeah, wiped the sheet clean Hangman has packed up I continue to dream My words are broken It's not easy to chew So much unknown So much is knowing, too Lost I'm lost in your shadow Lost, oh yeah-yeah I'm lost in your shadow I explode in your belly My skull in your hands You drive me like honey Across sour taste glands Free baby Free again baby Yeah, semen is pure It's divine on your vine Lost I'm lost in your shadow And I'm lost, yeah I'm lost in your shadow Yeah real girl, you cut through my blues Yeah real girl, well you're golden to your shoes You're really, really, really, really, really, really, real, yeah Yeah real girl Oh, femme fatal with fur Na-na-na-na-na... Let's flow together Let's come together Let's swim together Hypnotize each other Yeah real girl, you cut through my blues Real girl, well you're golden to your shoes Real girl, yeah Femme fatal with fur I explode in your belly My skull in your hands Drive me like sugar Across sour taste glands I shaved my head Yeah, wiped the sheet clean Hangman is packed up I continued every day Lost, oh yeah-yeah Lost in your shadow Lost, oh yeah-yeah I'm lost in your shadow I'm lost in your shadow Lost Lost Lost I'm lost in your shadow I am lost I am lost I am lost 04. Black Sun Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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 05. Naturally High Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
You're a righteous child, got a tear tattooed on your face
Yeah, sometimes you drink too much, well hey, that's ok Don't you know the truth is killing you? Ain't it strange all the things in your life Hey, that you're going through? Some of my friends, they died real young (Oh, yes they did)... They never got to fly to the heart of the sun, no they didn't There's one thing in my life that I love Naturally high Naturally high Naturally high In the kingdom of your love A little bit of grease on my halo Like some holy dharma bum, hey I'm drunk on, I'm drunk on truth, and truth, and truth This time it's not for fun, it's for real Some of my friends, they died real young (Yes they did)... They never got to fly as high as the sun (No they didn't)... There's one thing in my life that I love Naturally high Naturally high Naturally high In the kingdom of your love 06. Joy Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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... 07. Star Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Yeah, I believe in freedom
Freedom is a vision Her found religion I humble myself Just to get some respect, yeah Get some respect, yeah I kiss her sandled foot She's my holy pearl The ghetto in your mind Is treating her unkind Kiss her sandled foot Oh, she's my holy pearl The ghetto in your mind Is treating her unkind Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, show me your truth, yeah Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, show me your truth, yeah I believe in liberation Won't you liberate me? Come on and take me, well I took no holy vow Won't you hold this pagan soul? Hold my soul I kiss her sandled foot She's my holy pearl The ghetto in your mind Is treating her unkind I kiss her sandled foot She's my holy pearl The ghetto in your mind Is treating her unkind Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, show me your truth, yeah Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, riot girl, show me your truth, yeah Hey Well, I believe in freedom Freedom is her vision Freedom is her Freedom is her Freedom is her vision Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, riot girl, show me your truth, yeah, yeah Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, show me your truth, yeah Star, I'll reach you if I try Show me, show me, show me Star, I'll reach you if I try Riot girl, show me the truth, yeah Gimme truth, yeah... 08. Sacred Life Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Abbie Hoffman was so young
Don't you know your king has gone? Mmm, well well River Phoenix was so young Don't you know your prince has gone? Hey, hey there sister What is holy in your life? Hey, hey brother Sacred in your life? Kurt Cobain was so young Sad to see this poet's gone Andrew Wood was so young It's hard to feel this priest is gone The heat is up The heat is on The heat is up The heat is on What you do is what you get Don't be surprised by that effect, oh no Hey, hey there sister What is holy in your life? Hey, hey there brother What is sacred in your life? Hey, hey there sister What is holy? Holy in your life What is good? What is pure? Holy in your life What is safe? What is secure? Holy in your time Yeah, what is free? What is me? Holy in your mind Sacred and secure Do we need much more? Hey, hey there sister What is holy in your life? Hey, hey there brother Was is sacred in your life? Hey, hey hey sister What is holy, holy, holy in your life? Hey there brother What is safe? What is secure and sacred in your life? Well Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba... 09. Be Free Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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 10. Universal You Music by The Cult Lyrics by Astbury, Duffy, Craig Adams
All
All God's children They got heart They got swagger They got truth Ah-ha-ha Yeah, all All God's children They got heart They got swagger They got youth Ah-ha-ha Don't you know I've got a pagan heart? I love the earth I'm not a preacher Hey there honey, glad to meet you, whoo, hey Don't you know I've got a pagan heart? I love the earth I'm not a preacher Hey there brother, glad to meet you All All God's daughters They got ass They got class They've got youth Ah-ha-ha And all All God's sons They got muscle They got swagger They got truth They got truth You listening? Don't you know I've got a pagan heart? I love the earth I'm ain't no preacher Hey there sister, glad to see you Yeah, don't you know I've got a pagan heart? I love the earth I'm not a preacher Hey there brother, glad to see you Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I want you to notice You sexy human being Hope you notice Right before we die We die, whoo All All God's children They got heart They got swagger They got youth All God's children Yeah, yeah, yeah They've got heart They've got truth And all All God's daughters They got ass They got class They got youth All God's children Ah-ha-ha They've got heart They've got truth And all All God's babies They got life In their eyes They got truth All God's children, whoo They've got heart They've got truth And all All God's sons They got muscle They got swagger They got truth All God's children Ah-ha-ha-ha They've got heart They've got truth And all All God's babies They got heart They got life They've got youth All God's children They've got youth They've got heart They've got truth Oh, all, all, hey-hey-hey, hey-yeah 11. Emperor's New Home Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Emperor's new horse
Take five You're the Emperor's new horse You don't smell like a rose So you take more drugs than me Specialize in being unhappy Like a moth into the flame Yeah, I've been burnt before Lets rub his ashes on my skin And someday we will win, whoo In this time There are those who rob us blind, well In this time They sing through, sing through golden teeth Bring on the new I'm guilty, too Someday, maybe I'll learn What's your fucking name? Don't look too concerned Don't abondon truth, wow In this time There are those who rob us blind, whoo In this time They sing through, they sing through golden teeth Bring on the new Being angry is your game Overdosing's part of fame So you read all this french symbolist poetry You don't even get it on the fucking BBC I don't really care no more Boring out the door I don't know what's true It don't affect you That's right damn lies above In this time There are those who rob us blind Bring on the new In this time They sing through, sing through golden teeth Bring on the new meat Bring on the new meat Bring on the new meat Bring on the new meat Bring it on, baby Bring, bring, bring on the new meat, baby 12. Saints Are Down Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I'm so blind, I cannot see
You're so warm to me I'm not there and you are here Please take me Yeah, the saints are down Oh, the saints are down The saints are down The saints are down Life's so long, or short should I say? I am here to get it on with you today Girl, you should know that I love you more than I can say Sometimes I fear all those things that come down on us anyway But I gotta tell ya that my My saints are down That my saints are down Let me tell you why Saints are down The saints are down Hey, pretty good, what do you got to say? Whose fucking life is it anyway? Don't you know anything about anybody else? You're so wrapped up in your tiny self Oh, let me tell ya Saints are down, yes they are Your saints are down Your saints are down The saints are down They're down And they're not coming round Yeah, they're not easily found Buried And they're buried in the ground Yeah, they're buried upside down Saints are down Saints are down Saints are down Saints are down Saints are down The saints are down Yes they are Yes they are, well You'll never see them again, no Your saints are down... |