Dead lungs command it
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've earned it
Your clerics fog will recede right before your eyes
So long to this wretched form
Them gray eyes on the subway
Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart
Listen, now, we won't tell anyone
But you're gonna tell the world
This whole life ain't been any fun
Now your viscera unfurls
As you rise, rise from your burning fiat
And go, go get my suitcase, would ya?
You've thoroughly blown their minds
And now I must have passage
Only life's two veins from your heart
You're not invisible now
You just don't exist
Your mother must be so proud
You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish
Primitive mural on the wall
To fortify your grim resolve
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
Another grain of indigent salt for the sea
Goodnight to these wretched forms
All them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart
The Rifle’s Spiral was written by James Mercer.
The Rifle’s Spiral was produced by Greg Kurstin & James Mercer.
The Shins released The Rifle’s Spiral on Tue Mar 20 2012.
James Mercer told Magnet:
The song is written from the perspective of somebody funding and paying for suicide bombers to engage in that horrible activity. Just the perverse and grotesque thing that that is, and you know, living in the age we live in and my disrespect and fear of religion in general...