Divine

Good-Bye, baby

Baby, good-bye

Divine, oh Divine

Falling like a picture of time

Oh he was the Mother of America

He was my self-determined guru

Myself, I hold your big fat heart in my hands

And I hold your burning heart in my hands

A supernova

A flame on fire

Shining in the darkness

Did someone mention a rapture

Well I turn to think of you

Who walked the way with so much pain

Who holds the mirror up to fools

And I'll murder the ingrates

Who stand in our way!

And I'll swallow shit, laughing

On my bed of hay!

And I hold your burning heart in my hands

And I hold your burning heart in my hands

A supernova

A flame on fire

Shining in the darkness

Divine

Divine

A supernova

A flame on fire

Shining in the darkness