Badlands - Gatsbys American Dream

They call this the badlands, baby

But it used to be bayou

The shore of an inland sea

But I can (hear you coming x8)

What foul beast stalks this way

The night is dim, but I catch the scent of your arrogance

As you rear you head I can see your eyes gleaming

(as the light from the moon) like a pair of knives

That cut me down

A hole in the world

And the light is leaking out

Spilling like water

And I can (hear you coming x8)

What new devilry is this?

I saw you rise

And creep across the sky

And all night as I fled

You came behind

Eating all the stars

Dig to find

Why the light left

Rocks and stones

Skulls and bones

Whispered stories

Tales of glory, (and a tragic fall from grace x3)

And we’re still falling just like the dinosaurs

And a tragic fall from grace