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