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 eyesThat say, oh how my dark star will rise In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man But with a tattooed tear 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 oh how my dark oh how my dark will rise. And she will come from India with a gun at her side Or she will come from Argentina with her cemetary eyes That say, oh how my dark star will rise, Oh how my dark star will rise, And she will rise, she will rise She will rise...