Coming Down (Drug Tongue) - The Cult

You dirty hippie girl

Your soft lips make me swirl

I despise all of your lies

I’m not the prodigal son

I’m not the chosen one

I’m just a man of good intention

Hey-hey-hey

Come on home

Hey-hey-hey

Your horses terrify me

I can’t work out why

The things you say are not ok

I’m not the prodigal son

I’m not the chosen one

Why can’t you decide

When you chastise me?

Whoa

I’m coming down

Coming down

You baptise me

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken

I’m coming down

I’m coming down

You baptise me

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Your dying flowers stink

They smell like rotten ink

From a poison pen

So I wrote on your head

Well, just how deep you’ll go

From whence you came, and don’t you know?

Whoa, innocence

Your winter’s so harsh in your heart

I’m coming down

Coming down

You baptise me

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

Yeah-hey…

You baptise me

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

Pushin' me harder

Pushin' me harder

Pushin' me harder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m coming down

I’m coming, coming down

You baptise me, oh yeah

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down, whoa yeah

Coming down

You baptise me, yeah

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, his drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

I don’t wanna drown

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken loud

I’m coming down

Well, I’m still mad

Yeah, your drug tongue spoken true