In a hired car she will come to England from the sea,   And as the tide flows the London snows will come.   And from the skyline shines the lies of the government's   Singular history   So in a hired world she will buy a gun      And she will come from India with a love in her eyes   That say, oh how my dark star will rise      In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man   But with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight.      And she will come from India with a gun at her side,   Or she will come from Argentina   With her cemetery eyes that say   Oh, how my dark star will rise,      ...and she will rise.