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 eyes That say oh how my dark star will rise
In rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man But with a tattoed tit she´d die for us all tonight.
And 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,