Honey from a Knife - The Cult: текст песни id 4209849
I was running down Lafayette
My bloody shirt soaked through
(She got me running)
I was beaten and confused
On a New York City ruse
(She got me running)
My filthy hands and feet
On the dirty city street
(She got me running)
Like a banshee, no one cares
With the heart of a beaten dog
(She got me running)
My wild Indian heart was pounding
I was running so fast
My wild Indian heart was pounding
I was running so fast
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
All the children loving the camera
Turn their face into the light
(She got me running)
Can you take the pace much faster
Licking honey from a knife
(She got me running)
My wild Indian heart was pounding
I was running so fast
My wild Indian heart was pounding
I was running so fast
Let the water out
Let it all out
Yeah, I’m drowning
Get me out of this place
Let the water out
Let it all out
Hell, I’m drowning
Get me out of this place
Let it all out, let it all out…
Let the water out
Let it all out
Hell, I’m drowning
Get me out of this hell
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs
The drugs in here
Call it, own it, f*cked up children
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