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.