the cult
heathens
Bodies falling past my window all night I haven't slept, seen a sliver of night The scattered bones guiding my hand The scattered bones, they are guiding my hand Saw Che Guevara in a garbage can Death of tiger, law of man Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold The sea rises up, the sea rises up Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night We are swans, we are burning swans Wilderness, she is coming alive Choke on vodka, your diamonds and gold Fortunes told, man got no plan left The sea rises up, the sea rises up Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night Statue of Christ smiles down on the boulevard Where the torn crows laugh, and were lost in the night In the night Dirty heathen, dirty heathen, dirty heathen, dirty heathen Hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall Hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall, hard rain a fall Hey, dirty heathen