Bin memorising poets and their four-letter rhymes,
talking on the telephone with an alien mind.
Home is deranged —
there’s nowhere safe.
It’s gone missin’,
it’s missing.
Tell me, sweet Jesus, who did Adam call?
After the fall.
Kickin’ empty bottles on a broken boulevard,
addressing curses to the moon and stars.
The city is deranged —
there’s nowhere safe.
It’s gone missin’,
love is missin’.
Tell me, sweet Jesus, who did Adam call?
After the fall.
We orbit
in the dust of stars… blinded!
Fired in the temple of Mars.
Four wounds —
after the fall.
Four wounds —
after the fall.
To understand this Bible,
it’s written by a fool.
Cain makes love to Abel,
and there’s no golden rules.
The rules have changed,
the rules are deranged.
They’ve gone missin’,
love is missing.
Tell me, sweet Jesus, who did Adam call?
After the fall.
We orbit
in the dust of stars… blinded!
Fired in the temple of Mars.
Four wounds —
after the fall.
Four wounds —
after the fall.