coming up the cross
feel like an animal, roaring
and I see the police
caught in a wave
of silicon and muscle
it smells like cigarettes
around here
but it smells like disappointment
over there
pour some sugar on me, sweetly
night singing, you're swinging, we're going
now
lay'd out on Sunday
thinking you're a prophet
you ain't a prophet, I'm a prophet
I'm roaming free into the wilderness, the wilderness
oh what a night, oh what a night
I got a fever
and it hurts oh it hurts
take me to the circus
throw me in the cage with the usurpers
I want the feeling, I want the feeling
there ain't enough salt in the sea, for you and me
I feel so empty, had a belly full of liquor
too drunk to remember
too drunk to forget
too hard to surrender
too hard to regret
that lies pave paths for the truth
there's blood pooling in the gutter
the bloody gutter
put the make up on the corpse
let the horse run its course
this is heaven
this is heaven
I want the feeling
I want the feeling
give me the feeling
I want the feeling