Hang A Cross On Me

New South Wales and Hollywood are burning piles of brittle wood
And cocaine dreams
Making movies making songs, gnashing teeth and glitter bombs and
Brightly feathered queens
Mother father sister farmer never seen the reigns
Of avarice and vice that fueled the flames
Sent your hands in the air and you flailing to the sea

Hang a cross on me
In the screaming night
I wanna feel you breathe
And touch you in the pale morning light

Wuyang princes on the wall, running wild in gilded halls
Drunk on money
Vaulted ceiling gaping eyes that light streams through from behind
That's Western Power, honey
I've seen those flashlight eyes before
With gritted teeth outside the cas' at four
Howling at the moon "Mother, please don't leave"

Hang a cross on me
In the screaming night
I wanna feel you breathe
And touch you in the pale morning light

Hang a cross on me
In the screaming night
I wanna feel you breathe
And touch you in the pale morning light

Hang a cross on me
In the screaming night
I wanna feel you breathe
And touch you in the pale morning light

Hang a cross on me

Hang a cross on me

Hang a cross on me

Hang a cross on me