The Believers

Lyrics for The Believers

Pull me down Push me here Workin' in a bubble We're endin' in leather Feel my hair Touch my lyrics Gettin' out of here Yeah, they said A chorus of believers, oh Chorus of believers, oh They're coming down They're on their knees It's you It's you Grab my guitar Out my pack Gettin' out of here No, no, no They say, "Wait, wait, wait He's comin' over the golden hills" A chorus of believers, oh Chorus of believers, oh Down in the grassy river Down in the grassy river Everyone's wearing white, oh Where's my car? Oh Where's my car? An actress of life An actress of life An actress of life Past becomes a screech, yeah Past becomes a screech, yeah, oh I don't know how But I've been told to Golden hills So lame, oh So lame, oh It's a delusion, he's coming