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
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