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Founds total 77 songs

Brother Wolf, Sister Moon

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Embrace the wind with both arms. Stop the clouds dead in sky. Hang your head no more. And beg no more. . Brother wolf and sister moon. Your time has come.


Breathing Out

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

You have no potential as a human being. Intellectually you are green. There's a black beetle crawling in your brain. Spirituallity, you have none. . Breathing out slowly.



Born Into This

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2007
Updated: 8 years ago

Come on. . Yeah, NYC, the place to be. Look at all the rock heads like you and me. Push against the pavement, take it to the street. Sick of all the hype now riding on the beat, yeah.


Black Sun

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Don't you hit that defenseless child. What gives you that empty right?. Carry that for rest of your life. Carry that for the rest of time. . Did they hold you down?.


Black Angel

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

A fugitive has been away so long. A thousand years and now he thinks of home. The long men are waiting in their wings. To put him in chains upon his return.


Big Neon Glitter

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Oh, drag me back and drag me back. And drag me back, drag me back, drag me back. Through the revolution, without solution. And the walls get taller. While you get smaller, while we get smaller.


Be Free

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Bangkok Rain

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Black night baby. Past the midnight hour, yea. All around me, all around me, all around me. Butterfly women singin'. . No time for trouble. A time of joy.


Bad Medicine Waltz

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2007
Updated: 8 years ago

It's funny how people stare. When your back's against the wall. It's funny how people stare. When your back's against the wall. . I reach out my hand, I reach out my hand.


Bad Fun

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Bad fun sister, time to go. Life's too short, on with the show. I said, "Get your kicks on the razor's edge". Atomic bomb overhead. . Set controls for the sun.



Automatic Blues

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Yeah. Ooh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. . Hey there people, have you heard the news?. Ooh oh yeah. The world's on fire, I'm telling you. Yeah. I'm telling you.


Aphrodisiac Jacket

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Ow, ow, ow. . Sittin' on a mountain. Looking at the sun. Plastic fantastic. Lobster telephone. . Drive on baby through the electric night. All the way sister in the taxi of life.


Amnesia

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2012
Updated: 8 years ago

Save what you learn. Suspicion sure to return. . Say my language is rough. All my senses are torn. Feel my demons return. It's all coming back to me. .


American Horse

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, well, well, well. . Stick it in your ear 'cause it ain't exactly clear. What you people hear, I tell you that's right, oh yeah.


American Gothic

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

I look inside your black heaven. I see your naked altar there, yeah, yeah, yeah. They rip you down and criticize you. Too strong to bend, too strong to care, oh, oh, oh.


A Pale Horse

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2012
Updated: 8 years ago

Behold a grey horse. Death rides a pale horse. A crimson robed rider. With a whip in my hand. . You in denim and leather. So louche and confused. With a wave in my hand.


83rd Dream

Artist: The Cult
Year: 2007
Updated: 8 years ago

Four crows nailed to a wooden post. Bleed upon a barren field. An old way that I don't understand. It kinda touched me for a day. . Four crows nailed to a wooden post.


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