[ Featuring the Bad Seeds ]
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 god's are searching for
And he flew through the dying city like a prehistoric bird
He went searching for the girl
Down on a Jubilee Street
But she 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 far away girl
Who was basically a mirage, that nevertheless loomed a-large
She would hang under the rail as he blew around 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 wild god a-swimming
And I'm old sick god dying, and crying
And singing
(Bring your spirit down)
Oh, wild god's begging, the wild god's
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
And 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 god's baby, we're wild gods
I'm a wild god, baby, I'm a wild god
Oh, here we go
We're 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, he-he's swimming to the end of a 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
