Bulletholes in the Sky

I tried to say a prayer last night
But the words came out all broken

I had one eye on a bird in flight
And the other on the news

And it was devastating news
Somebody claimed they’d proved
That we’re just molecules and dust
And anyone can see, with the naked eye
That stars are bullet holes in the sky

We’d better get used to the cameras now
Learn how to make love to the cameras now

And choose something to wear
And part of your soul to bare
Before they, take it out

Then choose terrible truth
Terrible truth
Over beautiful lie
Choose terrible truth
Terrible truth
Over beautiful lie

But I see, I see
I see, I see
Rows and rows of traumatized angels
Locked out of heaven
Queuing for cigarettes
They wanted nothing more
Than to decorate Paradise
And now they’re all begging for
Somewhere to stay
But not with those wings boys they
They give you away
And people round here
Don’t like freaks with wings

I tried to say a prayer last night
But the words came out all broken

I had one eye on a bird in flight
And the other on the news