The Cult /

Down On Me

the poet's paid his debt his words have been misread
and the cynic's lips are dry his vulture tongue obsessed
you got to love the earth don't burn my wings too close to the sun

what the hell am i supposed to do when you're pushing hard on me?
who the hell am i supposed to be when you're bleeding all over me?

god knows i'm good so misunderstood coming to you
i'm down on my own no spirit unknown that's why i'm supposed to believe in you
i love the earth don't burn my wings too close to the sun

said it before saying it again holy fools yeah

what the hell am i supposed to do when you're pushing hard on me?
who the hell am i supposed to be when you're bleeding hard for me?

what are you going to do when the light gets in your eye
you're going to find that there's life outside
who am i supposed to be when you're so hard hard on me?

and he wants to know that god knows i'm good