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