Coming Down (Drug Tongue) (The Cult)

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You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl
I despise all of your lies
Im not the prodigal son
Im not the chosen one
Im just a man of good intention

Hey-hey-hey
Come on home
Hey-hey-hey

Your horses terrify me
I cant work out why
The things you say are not ok
Im not the prodigal son
Im not the chosen one
Why cant you decide
When you chastise me?
Whoa

Im coming down
Coming down
You baptise me
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken

Im coming down
Im coming down
You baptise me
I dont 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 youll go
From whence you came, and dont you know?
Whoa, innocence
Your winters so harsh in your heart

Im coming down
Coming down
You baptise me
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
Yeah-hey...
You baptise me
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Pushin me harder
Pushin me harder
Pushin me harder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Im coming down
Im coming, coming down
You baptise me, oh yeah
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down, whoa yeah
Coming down
You baptise me, yeah
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, his drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
I dont wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Im coming down
Well, Im still mad
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken true
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Reino Unido
Rock
Heavy Metal
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