Eureka Pile-Ministry

Artist：ministry Songs Title：eureka pile I seem to find myself each time I run away Dont give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright eurekas pile Now my saviour, or my whore Theres a lot that they dont mind when things arent what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may aint come to much Ignore my history Least my eureka pile can see some way I feel Aint the way I see My eureka pile and me.