Bring Out Your Dead

The rainbow is empty And lights hangs low There is a private eye In the centre of it all Driving down Sunset Blvd Looking, looking for the song The Starman has gone And the late great Leonard Cohen too There are thieves in the temple Pretenders from thrones underground And who really cares anymore We all chase the wind Give up your ghosts Bring out your dead The Church of Jesus Christ And Latter-Day Saints Bright young Americans There is one on every corner The holy books are open wide Brother, the future is murder Dead birds fall from the sky Black jackals crawling Give up your ghosts Bring out your dead