Jesus cut through the sky in a halo of flames, Jesus is a supernova and my microphone is a godsend. I just need some cigarettes and the dribble of a dead spirit and the dust of a pop idol to party and party again.
It's already pitch-black, you think you've got some leeway, oh midnight diver, do you see what I see?
Your head is turning sideways, midnight diver, you wouldn't have slept anyway.
You have no hope, you have no glory, you have no pride and I hold you in my arms again.