Gatsby's American Dream - Badlands lyrics

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