My Dark Star

In a hired car
She will come to England, from the sea
And as the tide flows
The London snows will come
And from the skyline shines
The lies of the government's singular history
So in a hired world
She will buy a gun

And she will come from India
With a love in her eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise

In rented gear, 2000 years
We waited for a man
But with a tattooed tit
She'd die for us all tonight

And she will come from India
With a love in her eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise

Oh, how my dark star
Oh, how my dark star
Oh, how my dark star will rise

And she will come from India
With a gun at her side
Or she will come from Argentina
With her cemetery eyes

That say, oh how my dark star will rise
Oh, how my dark star will rise

And she will rise, she will rise
Yes she will rise, she will rise
And she will rise, she will rise
She will rise, she will rise