Текст песни Bring Out Your Dead - Live - Ulver

Driving down Sunset Blvd
Looking, looking for the song
The Starman has gone
And the late great Leonard Cohen too

There are thieves in the temple
Pretenders from thrones underground
And who really cares anymore
We all chase the wind

Give up your ghosts
Give up your ghosts (give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts)
Give up your ghosts (give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts)

The Church of Jesus Christ
And Latter-Day Saints
Bright young Americans
There is one, one on every corner

The holy books are open wide
Brother, the future is murder
Dead birds fall from the sky
Black jackals crawling

(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead
(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead
(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead
(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead
(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead
(Bring out your dead, bring out your dead)
Bring out your dead