The Rainbow is empty
And the lights hangs low
There is a private eye
In the centre of it all

Driving down Sunset Blvd
Looking, looking for the song
The Starman has gone
And Leonard Cohen too
There are thieves in the temple
From thrones underground
And who really cares anymore
We all chase the wind

Give up your ghosts
Bring out your dead

The church of Jesus Christ
And latter-days Saints
Bright young americans
There is one on every corner

The holy books are open wide
The future is murder

Dead birds fall from the sky
Black Jackals Crawling

Give up your ghosts
Bring out your dead