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 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 on to 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 the heart

With the heart, with the heart, with the 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

O 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

Ah, 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

Moving 'round the world

Yeah, and he's, 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

And bring your spirit down

I'm a wild god, baby, I'm a wild god

Well, here we go

Yeah, ah, here we go