Dirt Preachers

Everything I see is sacred
 Five point zero holds a spoil
 Mother Mary, rearrange me
 Help to go grow it through southern soil
 Twist your fingers
 Called you a star
 Twist your fingers
 Holy one
 Golden
 Twist your fingers
 Called you a star
 Twist your fingers
 Holy one
 Golden
 Now you yourself go through the needle's eye
 With all you eating we're creatures
 I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
 Come all you qeers and their preachers
 Twist your fingers
 Called you a star
 Twist your fingers
 Holy one
 Golden
 Twist your fingers
 Called you a star
 Twist your fingers
 Holy one
 Golden
 Come all of you to my arms
 Searching for something, asking for anything
 Come all of you to my arms
 Asking for nothing, searching for anything
 Come all you hungry children to my arms
 Asking fo something, begging for anything
 Come all you hungry children to my arms
 I ask you for nothing, asking for anything