Heathens - The Cult

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