By The Cult, You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl
I despise
By The Cult, Always said you were a youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world
By The Cult, Fire woman, yeah
Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah
Wound up, can't
By The Cult, Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands
And
By The Cult, Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh
I
By The Cult, Free your mind and float away, ooh-ooh-ooh
Lose all time and
By The Cult, Yeah
Livin' in a shack in a one-horse town
Trying to get
By The Cult, Check this one
Fell to the red room because she was
By The Cult, Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean
Like a
By The Cult, I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on this for
By The Cult, Swirling pictures of never ending dreams
Pictures of never ending dreams
I
By The Cult, Oh the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads
By The Cult, Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I
By The Cult, Yeah, I believe in freedom
Freedom is a vision
Her found religion
I
By The Cult, This is where it all ends
And the kinda dream that
By The Cult, All the hip young things
Trying to make a scene
Living out
By The Cult, So you finally found your rhythm, man
Got your funky ass
By The Cult, Hey you
You're a wild honey child
I'm out of control
Every time
By The Cult, Wild hearted son
Baby, the world didn't want me to run
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