Badlands Lyrics - Singles - Gatsby's American Dream

They call this the badlands, baby 

But it used to be bayou 

The shore of an inland sea 

And I can hear you coming 

What foul beast stalks this way 

The night is dim 

But I catch the scent of your arrogance 

As you rear your head 

I can see your eyes gleaming 

Catching light from the moon 

Like a pair of knives to cut me down 

Hole in the world 

And the light is leaking out 

Spilling like water 

And I can hear you coming 

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 life left rocks and stones 

Skulls and bone, whispered stories 

Tales of glory 

And a tragic fall from grace 

And a tragic fall from grace 

And a tragic fall from grace 

Still were still falling 

Just like the dinosaurs 

And a tragic fall from grace