[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time, a wild god zoomed
All through his memory 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?"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
A wild god searching for a faraway girl
Who was basically a mirage but nevertheless loomed large
She would hang under the rail as he blew 'round 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 says, "It starts 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 says, "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"
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time, a wild god zoomed
All through his memory 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?"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
A wild god searching for a faraway girl
Who was basically a mirage but nevertheless loomed large
She would hang under the rail as he blew 'round 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 says, "It starts 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 says, "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"
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