Divine

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 bleeding 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 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 Divine Divine A supernova A flame on fire Shining in the darkness