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 traumatised 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