The Cult

The Cult - Breathe (you Bastard) songtekst

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I don't want to be myself,

Yeah baby,

I just want to run,



You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe

Oh yeah,

You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun.



Ow!



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



I shot the sun,

His tear a gun,

I shot the sun,

His tear a gun baby!



I don't want to be myself,

Yeah baby,

I just want to run,



You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe

Oh yeah,

You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun.



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



I shot the sun,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

His tear a gun,

I shot the sun baby,

His tear a gun.



A fact of life for all to see,

That every part's

A part of me.

A fact of life for all to see,

That every part's

A part of me.



Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



And I shot the sun,

And I shot the sun,

And I shot the sun, baby!

And I shot the sun.

Oh Yeah!



Breathe you bastard, breathe

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.
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