Holy Road Songtext
von Cold Cave

Temperature is rising
Rolling down the holy road
Heaven knows
I can′t get high
On some goddamn chemicals
I've been drawn
And quartered
I′ve been crucified
Hung out to dry
And kicked aside


Do my best
To please you
Do my best
To try
All my love
Equals up
To something
You can't buy

He drives
She cries

The price of gold is rising
Got a ransom on my soul
Take my body dancing
I don't want it anymore
Do my best
To please you
Do my best
To try
All my love
Equals up
To something
You can′t buy

He drives
She cries