Testo Dirt Preachers - All Them Witches
Testo della canzone Dirt Preachers (All Them Witches), tratta dall'album Dying Surfer Meets His Maker
Everything I see is sacred
Five point zero holds a spoil
Mother Mary, rearrange me
Help to go grow it through southern soil
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Now you yourself go through the needle's eye
With all you eating we're creatures
I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
Come all you qeers and their preachers
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Come all of you to my arms
Searching for something, asking for anything
Come all of you to my arms
Asking for nothing, searching for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Asking fo something, begging for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
I ask you for nothing, asking for anything
Credits
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Allan Barret Van Cleave, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks
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