They call this the badlands, baby   But it used to be bayou   The shore of an inland sea   And I can hear you coming      What foul beast stalks this way   The night is dim   But I catch the scent of your arrogance      As you rear your head   I can see your eyes gleaming   Catching light from the moon   Like a pair of knives to cut me down      Hole in the world   And the light is leaking out   Spilling like water   And I can hear you coming      What new devilry is this   I saw you rise and creep across the sky   And all night as I fled   You came behind      Eating all the stars dig to find   Why the life left rocks and stones   Skulls and bone, whispered stories   Tales of glory      And a tragic fall from grace   And a tragic fall from grace   And a tragic fall from grace      Still we?re still falling   Just like the dinosaurs   And a tragic fall from grace