Coming Down Lyric by Culture

Coming Down Lyric

by Culture

Lyric:



You Dirty Hippie Girl,your Soft Lips Make Me Swirl

I Despise All Of Your Lies

I'm Not The Prodigal Son, I'm Not The Chosen One

I'm Just A Man With Good Intention...



Your Horses Terrify Me, I Can't Work Out Why

The Things You Say, Are Not O.k.

I'm Not The Prodigal Son, I'm Not The Chosen One

Why Can't You Decide, When You Chastise Me



I'm Coming Down, Coming Down, You Baptize Me

I Don't Want To Drown Yeah Your Drug Tongue

Spoken Loud. I'm Coming Down I'm Coming Down

You Baptize Me I Don't Want To Drown Yeah Your



Drug Tongue Spoken Loud

Your Dying Flowers Stink, They Smell Like Rotten

Ink, From A Poison Pen So I Wrote On Your Head

Just How Deep You'll Go, From Which You Came And Don't You Know



Whoa Innocence, Your Winter's So Harsh In Your Heart

I'm Coming Down, Coming Down, You Baptize Me

I Don't Want To Drown Yeah Your Drug Tongue

Spoken Loud. I'm Coming Down I'm Coming Down

You Baptize Me I Don't Want To Drown Yeah Your

Drug Tongue Spoken Loud

Pushin' Me Harder

Pushin' Me Harder

Pushin' Me Harder

I'm Coming Down I Don't Want To Drown

Your Drug Tongue's Spoken Loud