Lletres: Juliette & The Licks. You're Speaking My Language. Get Your Tongue Wet.

Call an army, bring your brothers
All you heathens gonna get released.
I was born a liar, became an angel
I left my fire in your mean machine.
Tell your coppers, lay down their weapons
I'm gonna put out your violent desire.

Your fear and your hurt.
Let down your fear, ahh yeah

Get your tongue wet, find your own way,
don't let them take you down and out
all right, feels good

Get your tongue wet, find your own way.
Don't let them take you in their mind machine
You got your blood and fire
all your big lies and your eyes wide.
All you dancin' fools I'm gonna build a fire,
don't let 'em take you.
I am a pagan

(Thanks to Cara for these lyrics)