Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.
Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.
I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below.
So if you love me, why d'you let me go?
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low.
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home it unfolds
And if you love me, won't you let me know?