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Lyricist: The Cult
Lyrics:
I shoot from the hip now
Fist raised in the air
A whirlwind dreamer
With my head high in the clouds
Dont take me too lightly
I got the blues power baby
Just a breed of society
Pushin hard and stealin free
Dont you try to lay no trip on me
Im a wild hearted son
Im comin down like a rolling stone
Wild hearted son
Hey mama the world didnt want me to run
Wild hearted son
I was born to the city
But I longed to run free
A screaming horse in my belly
Scar on my heart
I live outside of convention
You know the people who stare
Just a breed of society
Im pushin hard and stealin free
Dont try to lay no trip on me
Im a wild hearted son
Im comin down like a rolling stone
Wild hearted son
Lil honey the world didnt want me to run
Wild hearted son
Wild hearted son
The world didnt want me to run
Try to break me down down down
Wild heart shoot me down in flames
Wild heart
Wild hearted son
The world didnt want me to run
Wild hearted son
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