Like the Heathen
Like the Heathen
God look out for the Heathen
The Heathen...
One more nightmare calling
Across the farthest fields
The night skies are dawning
Takes this much as you
Trees come down
Fall...
There's a girl in a green dress
She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame
She's huddled by the girl who's crying in the red dress
Hunger for life in this dying dying age