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Album: Miscellaneous (2000)
Artists: The Cult

  1. A Flower In The Desert
  2. All Souls Avenue
  3. American Gothic
  4. American Horse
  5. Aphrodisiac Jacket
  6. Ashes And Ghosts
  7. Automatic Blues
  8. Bad Fun
  9. Bangkok Rain
  10. Be Free
  11. Big Neon Glitter
  12. Black Angel
  13. Black Sun
  14. Bleeding Heart Graffiti
  15. Bodies
  16. Born To Be Wild
  17. Breathe (You Bastard)
  18. Breathing Out
  19. Brother Wolf, Sister Moon
  20. Ceremony
  21. Ciggie Time
  22. Coming Down
  23. Cortez The Killer
  24. Dreamtime
  25. Earth Mofo
  26. Edie (Ciao Baby)
  27. Electric Ocean
  28. Emperor's New Horse
  29. Faith Healer
  30. Fire Woman
  31. Full Tilt
  32. Go Go Guru
  33. Gone
  34. Heart Of Soul
  35. Hollow Man
  36. Katrina's Fair *
  37. Rise


The Cult
Miscellaneous
Breathe (You Bastard)
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.
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