Wild God

Once upon a time a wild God zoomed
All through his memories
In which He was entombed
It was rape and pillage in the retirement village
But in his mind He was a man of great virtue and courage
And He flew out the window with his long trailing hair
And the smoke from the bodies went straight up in the air
He was a wild God searching for what all wild Gods are searching for
And He flew through the dying city like a prehistoric bird
He went searching for the girl down on Jubilee Street
But she'd died in a bedsit in 1993
So He flew to the top of the world and looked around
And said: "Where are my people? Where are my people, to bring your spirit down?"
A wild God searching for a faraway girl
Who was basically a mirage
But nevertheless grew large
She would hang around the rail as He blew around the room
And make love with a kind of efficient gloom
And the people on the ground cried: "When does it start?"
And the wild God said: "It start with a heart, with a heart, with a heart, with a heart."
And the people on the ground cried: "When does it end?"
And the wild God said: "Well it depends. But it mostly never ends.
'Cause I'm a wild God flying, and a wild God swimming.
And I'm an old sick God dying, and crying, and singing."
(Bring your spirit down)
Oh, we're wild Gods
baby we're wild Gods
Oh, bring your spirit down
Oh, well He's moving through the flames of anarchy
And He's moving through the winds of tyranny
And the sweet, sweet tears of liberty
yeah, moving around the world
He's moving through your body like a prehistoric bird
He's moving 'round the world
Oh Lord
Well, if you're feeling lonely
And if you're feeling blue
And if you just don't know what to do
Bring your spirit down
Oh we're wild Gods
Baby, I'm a wild God
Oh, here we go
We're going to the cradle of Africa
We're going to Russia
We're going to China
To the United States of America
Yeah, moving 'round the world
Yeah, moving like a great, big, beautiful bird
We're moving 'round the world
Yeah and He's swimming to the end of the rotting pier
He swims to the end of His rotting ideas
Swim to the hymn, swim to the prayer
Bring your spirit down
I'm a wild God
Baby, I'm a wild God
Well, here we go, yeah here we go