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 a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tear 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 cemetary eyes that say
Oh, how my dark star will rise,
...and she will rise