No. 13 - The Cult

Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes like I don’t fit in

Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes I just don’t fit in

Number thirteen on the edge of the world no flash in their house

Number thirteen the odd one out you’re not cared you could chill

I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love

I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love

Number thirteen I look in your eyes innocent chimes

Like clouds and bad dreams follow you wherever you go

Fathers and saints salute you fathers and saints salute you

That’s no consolation when you’re doing time for someone else’s crime