Honey From a Knife

The Cult

Score: 6
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Played: 13

Album:

Choice Of Weapon

Genres:

80s
Classic rock
Rock
Gothic rock
Hard rock

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Featured by:

Katx

Wiki:

Lyrics:

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I was running down Lafayette My bloody shirt soaked through (She got me running) I was beaten and confused On a New York City ruse (She got me running) My filthy hands and feet On a dirty city street (She got me running) Like a banshee, no one cares With a heart of a beaten dog (She got me running) My wild Indian heart was pounding, I was running so fast My wild Indian heart was pounding, I was running so fast We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here All the children loving the camera Turn their face into the light (She got me running) Can you take the pace much faster Licking honey from a knife (She got me running) My wild Indian heart was pounding, I was running so fast My wild Indian heart was pounding, I was running so fast Let the water, let it all out Yeah, I'm drowning, get me out of this place Let the water, let it all out Well, I'm drowning, get me out of this place Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out Let the water, let it all out Yeah, I'm drowning, get me out of this hell We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here We got the drugs, we got the drugs, we got the drugs, the drugs in here Call it, own it Fucked up children