Song: Violet Hill

Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.




It was a long and dark December,
When banks turned into temples,
And some Dodger became a deity.
The priests grabbed the Bible-dummies,
Serve as hiding places for guns,
And crosses rushed up.

When the the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low.




When future builds
A bunch of idiots, show-offs,
You better not stick his nose.

When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home it unfolds
And if you love me, won't you let me know?
When I'm dead and in the ground
Former love will be revealed in a new...
And if you love me let me know?