SomeBODY once told me about a bird that’s turnin’
And turnin’ in a widening gyre
It was lookin’ kinda lost cause it couldn’t hear its boss
As it soared ever higher and higher
Well, things fall apart and the centre’s not holdin’,
Anarchy’s loose and there’s no controllin’,
Innocence drowned in a blood-dimmed tide,
The worst get intense while the best just hide
So much to do, so much to see
Images out of Spiritus Mundi
You’ve gotta move those slow thighs
Open up your pitiless eyes
Hey now
Lion body
With a man’s head
Go play
Hey now
You’re a rough beast
Get the show on
Get paid
Your hour’s come round once more
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be bo-orn
Nannygoat Hill 