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 you to my arms Asking for nothing asking for anything Come all you to my arms Asking for something asking for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Searching for something searching for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Asking for nothing asking for anything