Текст песни The Cult - Coming Down
The Cult - Coming Down слова песни
You dirty hippie girl,your soft lips make me swirlI despise all of your liesI`m not the prodigal son, I`m not the chosen oneI`m just a man with good intention...Your horses terrify me, I can`t work out whythe things you say, are not O.K.I`m not the prodigal son, I`m not the chosen oneWhy can`t you decide, when you chastise meI`m coming down, coming down, you baptise meI don`t wanna drown yeah your drug tonguespoken loud. I`m coming down I`m coming downYou baptise me I don`t wanna drown yeah yourdrug tongue spoken loudYour dying flowers stink, they smell like rottenink, from a poison pen so I wrote on your headJust how deep you`ll go, from which you came and don`t you knowWhoa innocence, your winter`s so harsh in your heartI`m coming down, coming down, you baptise meI don`t wanna drown yeah your drug tonguespoken loud. I`m coming down I`m coming downYou baptise me I don`t wanna drown yeah yourdrug tongue spoken loudPushin me harderPushin me harderPushin me harderI`m coming down I don`t wanna drownYour drug tongue`s spoken loud