Instrumental
le Sacre C?ur, Pendant des heures, Je t'ai voue, un culte assez insense, Je t'ai prie, de me garder, Je t'ai voue, un culte assez insense, Je t'ai prie
ni meme D. C. quatre Ils revent de hijacks et d'accidents d'oiseaux Ces naufrageurs naifs armes de sarbacanes Qui sacrifient ainsi au culte du cargo
Body Cult Body Cult please Fuego burns me , escapelo cuts me mommy-donkey-kong , mommy-donkey-kong I wanna be a « syro-plastic-shiny-beauty-boy » Cut
memory I must be in limbo 'cause purgatory's always felt just like home inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult upon the altar
That there dedicated to your music and your message It has some people calling you a cult leader, how do you feel about that? [Tech N9ne:] Cult Leader
[Intro:] I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic By the little camera thing on the fuckin' Mac book So this shit is choppy and bad quality,
All my life I've been the slave of consequence Wondering how this life could be so intricate I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in I wanna open
like home Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Inside the moon... lives the high priest of the mushroom cult upon the altar... are the ashes
Her Face was like a cult to me Her limbs were fierce in symmetry It throws me into song The throng have done us wrong And away she goes, her toes
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
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
The ashes and ghosts are all around me, yeah On the night of the assassins They came and I was ready Do you believe? Oh, yeah Do you believe? Oh I look
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
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
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
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
I'm myself from the future Spinnin', fallin' hard onto the floor Flag my head on a whim Blood on the universal Blood on the universal stone I was too
