Honey from a Knife - The Cult

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 the dirty city street

(She got me running)

Like a banshee, no one cares

With the 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 out

Let it all out

Yeah, I’m drowning

Get me out of this place

Let the water out

Let it all out

Hell, I’m drowning

Get me out of this place

Let it all out, let it all out…

Let the water out

Let it all out

Hell, 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, f*cked up children