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 sh_t, 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