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Sun show us the way
We've started to stray
We put on our shades
To block the shining and great golden swan
I can see palaces burning
To block the shining and great golden swan
The statues of gargoyles are crippled and dripping
To block the shining and great golden swan
Icarus sky beak glowing
To block the shining and great golden swan
I can see palaces burning
Golden wings fly over
Stretched upon the rack he's tall as trees in robes of black Golden wings fly over
I can see palaces burning
To block the shining and great golden swan
The statues of gargoyles are crippled and dripping
To block the shining and great golden swan
Icarus sky beak glowing
To block the shining and great golden swan
I can see palaces burning
So where can I be proud?
For the pilots who died in plummeting hurricanes
And where can I be proud?
For England's spinning a frenzy and it's falling out with its mates
And nobody wants a pharmacy car boot sale
Where they're grinding down narwhal tusks into magic dust
Puncture my ribcage and place that horn upon a horse and call it a unicorn
Hear the beheaded
Their blue lips are singing
Their blue lips sing
So spit your currency
Your mouth's full of crowns, copper forged, corrupted pounds So where can I be proud?
When the sirens were loud they rang like tinnitus
A vague hum beneath the screech of her beak
As she crashed through the streets
With arrowheads poked through her spine
Pluck the feathers, grab the wine
Tonight the poor people dine
The surprisingly comical new video from roaring metal group Red Fang is a tip of the hat to the original “Predator.” Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 12, 2016