Gone

Gone - The Cult

Written by：Ian Astbury/Billy Duffy

So your anger didn't carry you too far

What'd you expect anyway

There's no patience left your shattered little self

You haven't got a f**king thing to say

High on your own

Gone motherf**ker

F**king stoned yeah

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 yeah

Gone motherf**ker

F**king stoned yeah

My friends and I used to mess about in the park

We were only fourteen yeah

I later understood about my attitude

I never thought I'd get that gone

High on your own yeah

Gone motherf**ker

F**king stoned whoa

High high

Stoned yeah

Come on nasty person

On your own yeah