Breathe (You Bastard) — текст песни (The Cult)

I don`t want to be myself,

Yeah baby,

I just want to run,



You gotta` breathe you bastard, breathe

Oh yeah,

You gotta` breathe you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun.



Ow!



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



I shot the sun,

His tear a gun,

I shot the sun,

His tear a gun baby!



I don`t want to be myself,

Yeah baby,

I just want to run,



You gotta` breathe you bastard, breathe

Oh yeah,

You gotta` breathe you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun.



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



I shot the sun,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

His tear a gun,

I shot the sun baby,

His tear a gun.



A fact of life for all to see,

That every part`s

a part of me.

A fact of life for all to see,

That every part`s

a part of me.



Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.



And I shot the sun,

And I shot the sun,

And I shot the sun, baby!

And I shot the sun.

Oh Yeah!



Breathe you bastard, breathe

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.