The Cult - Breathe (You Bastard) Lyrics

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. The Cult Lyrics Breathe (You Bastard) Lyrics