Dirt Preachers

(álbum: Dying Surfer Meets His Maker - 2015)

Everything I see is sacred
Five point zero holds a spoil
Mother Mary, rearrange me
Help to go through soft soil

Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Calling
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Calling

I weave myself through the needle's eye
With all you weak-willed creatures
I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
Come all you queers and dirt preachers

Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Calling
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Calling

Come all of you to my arms
Asking for nothing, asking for anything
Come all of you to my arms
Asking for something, asking for anything

Come all you hungry children to my arms
Searching for something, searching for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Asking for nothing, asking for anything