Coming Down - The Cult



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 with good intention...







Your horses terrify me, I can't work out why



the things you say, are not O.K.



I'm not the prodigal son, I'm not the chosen one



Why can't you decide, when you chastise me







I'm coming down, coming down, you baptise me



I don't wanna drown yeah your drug tongue



spoken loud. 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



Just how deep you'll go, from which 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 I'm coming down



You baptise me I don't wanna drown yeah your



drug tongue spoken loud







Pushin me harder



Pushin me harder



Pushin me harder



I'm coming down I don't wanna drown



Your drug tongue's spoken loud



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