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,



...and she will rise