The Cult - War Lyrics
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War
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What Are The Lyrics For War By The Cult?
Cultivate a war breed
Get the head your soul needs Crystallice at light speed Dis the lies that they feed Cultivate a war breed Get the head your soul needs Crystallice at light speed Dis the lies that they feed We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control War-A state of mind War-Our hearts are blind War-Is Nature Dead War War Holy War tears of man drop your front baby Obey the command Holy War tears of man drop your front baby Obey my command Split the lip that dope feeds Exterminate the bad seed Tread the path that monks breathe Ride the horse that runs free That runs free We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control War-A state of mind War-Our hearts are blind War-Is Nature Dead War War Holy War tears of man drop your front baby Obey the command Holy War tears of man drop your front baby Obey my command Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control We're burning out of control War-A state of mind War-Our hearts are blind War-Is Nature Dead War War |
Who Wrote War By The Cult?
Ian Robert Astbury, William Henry Duffy
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What's The Duration Of The War By The Cult?The duration of War is 6:57 minutes and seconds. |
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