Album by The Cult
Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By The Cult, Wait a minute my friend Don't pass me up for dead As
By The Cult, Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren
By The Cult, It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall It's
By The Cult, The wild wide eye with her painted wing She crushed the
By The Cult, Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my
By The Cult, There's a whisper in the wires- no love Of a black
By The Cult, Go west young man And break bread in the new lands And
By The Cult, And they come And they come See them prancing They come neighing They come A
By The Cult, Reaching for a reason A rider in the snow Has not far
By The Cult, Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song I