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,

 ...and she will rise