Blue Feather

Killing Joke

Behind the iron curtains, concrete stands
Beyond the open door, we go
I watched my quill pen for a thousand years
And future days began to show
Oh, blue feather in my hand
Oh, blue feather

I passed strange buildings
That saw young men and women
And on that planes the games began
New partners for each new dance
Then we changed again
I fell in love with many faces
Oh, blue feather in my hand
Oh, blue feather

My body sheded out, satisfied my needs
And when you called I always came
Behind the iron curtains, she wispered softly
Touch me, my love, and make me sane
Oh, blue feather in my hand 
Oh, blue feather in my hand
Oh, blue feather in my hand 
Oh, blue feather