Coming Down (Drug Tongue) — текст песни (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 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