Butterflies

Artists : Cult, The : Butterflies

Her wild wide eye
with her painted wing
She crushed the gray boy
Don't you know selfishness is my suicide
Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide

The whole world
Did not
Start to cry
They just got inside me
And now they walk behind me
They walk behind me
They walk behind me, oh lord
Like little dogs
Like sconney dogs you know
Sconney doge, sconney dogs

They walk behind me, oh lord, they walk
Behind me, behind me, oh lord