Dirt Preachers - Live

Everything I see is sacred
 Five point zero holds a spoil
 Mother Mary, rearrange me
 Help to go through soouthern 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
 I weave myself into that needle's eye
 With all you weak willed creatures
 I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
 All you queers and dirt 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
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 Come all you to my arms
 Asking for nothing, asking for anything
 Come all you to my arms
 Searching for something, asking for anything
 Come all you hungry children to my arms
 Searching fo something, asking for anythings
 Come all you hungry children to my arms
 Asking for nothing, earching for anything