Wild God

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, in 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 that 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" Bring your spirit down Oh, we're wild Gods, baby, we're wild Gods Yeah, 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 'round 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, we're wild Gods I'm a wild God, 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 at the end of the rotting pier He swims to the end of his rotting idea Swim to the hymn, swim to the prayer and bring your spirit down I'm a wild God, baby, I'm a wild God Well, here we go, yeah, here we go