The Cult - Breathe lyrics

I don't wanna be myself

Yeah, baby, I just wanna run

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun, oh

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

This tear of God

I shot the sun, baby

I don't wanna be myself

Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, 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, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This tear of God, this tear of God

I shot the sun, baby, oh

This tear of God

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah

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

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