Gone
Lyrics and Songs by The Cult - Go back

So your anger did't carry you too far

What you expect anyway

There's no patience left in your shattered little self

You haven't got a fucking thing to say



High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned



Rain on your back the wind in your face

You're spinnin 'round going nowhere

Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone

You wasted it this time my friend



High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned



My friends and I used to mess about

in the park, we were only 14, yeah

I later understood about my attitude

I never thought I'd get that gone