The Cult

Down and out in London
Los Angeles
And Paris too
I drank a river
In my time
To get on through
Well the night
It rise above you, rise above me
And the blues
They swirl around me
To the heart of soul
You gotta bleed a little while you sing
Less the words
Don't mean no thing
Gotta get to the heart of soul
Gotta get to the heart of soul
Get to the hip now baby
'Fore the hip get to you -- lil' woman
Try to bend me out of shape
Can't tell me what to do
Well the night it rise above me
And those blues
They swirl around me