Текст (слова) песни «Dirt Preachers»

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 you
to my arms
Asking for nothing
asking for anything
Come all you
to my arms
Asking for something
asking for anything

Come all you hungry children
to my arms
Searching for something
searching for anything
Come all you hungry children
to my arms
Asking for nothing
asking for anything