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

But she will come from India with a love in her eyes
That say, "Oh, how my dark star will rise"

In rented gear two-thousand years, we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tit, she'd die for us all tonight

But 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

But 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

But she will rise, she will rise
But she will rise, she will rise
But she will rise, she will rise
But she will rise, but she will rise