Coming Down (Drug Tongue) The Cult

You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl
I despise all of your lies
I'm not the prodigal son
I'm not the chosen one
I'm just a man of good intention

Hey-hey-hey
Come on home
Hey-hey-hey

Your horses terrify me
I can't work out why
The things you say are not ok
I'm not the prodigal son
I'm not the chosen one
Why can't you decide
When you chastise me?
Whoa

I'm coming down
Coming down
You baptise me
I don't wanna drown
Yeah, your drug tongue spoken