Текст песни Heathens - The Cult

Heathens

Her body falling past my window at night
I haven’t slept, seen a sliver of light
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, up
The Statue of Christ
Smiles down on the boulevard
Where the torn crows laugh
They were lost in the night
Oh, the 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, and the
The sea rises up, and that
Sea rises up, up, up
Oh, the 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
Torn crows laugh when
They were lost in the night
In the night
Dirty heathen
Dirty heathen
Dirty heathen
Dirty heathen
Hard rain will fall, hard rain will fall, hard rain will fall,
Hard rain will fall
Hard rain will fall, hard rain will fall, hard rain will fall
Hard rain will fall
Hey!
Dirty heathen