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THE CULT · Hidden City 2016 · Track 11 of 12

Written by Billy Duffy, Ian Astbury

Bodies falling past my window all night I haven't slept, seen a sliver of night The scattered bones guiding my hand The scattered bones, they are guiding my hand

Saw Che Guevara in a garbage can Death of tiger, law of man Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold

The sea rises up, the sea rises up

Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night

We are swans, we are burning swans Wilderness, she is coming alive Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold Fortunes told, man got no plan left

The sea rises up, the sea rises up

Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night In the night

Dirty heathen, dirty heathen, dirty heathen, dirty heathen Hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall Hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall Hey, dirty heathen

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