"Wild God" lyrics

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 old wild gods are searching for
And he flew through the dying city like a prehistoric bird

He went searching for the girl down on the 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
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, 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, here we go