Dirt Preachers - All Them Witches

Everything I see is sacred

Five point zero holds a spoil

Mother Mary, rearrange me

Help to go through southern soil

Twist your fingers

Called you a star

Twist your fingers

Holy one

Calling

Twist your fingers

Called you a star

Twist your fingers

Holy one

Calling

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 quivers and their preachers

Twist your fingers

Called you a star

Twist your fingers

Holy one

Calling

Twist your fingers

Called you a star

Twist your fingers

Holy one

Calling

Come all of you to my arms

Asking for nothing, asking for anything

Come all of you to my arms

Asking for something, asking for anything

Come all you hungry children to my arms

Searching fo something, searching for anything

Come all you hungry children to my arms

Asking for nothing, asking for anything