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.