Black Lightning
She left on a Tuesday
Took all her stuff
All of her LPs and shit, and some of mine
I stared at the wall for a while, and then I went out
Figured I'd find me a bar and have a good time
Didn't think I'd see her again
You know, I never did see her again
I heard she joined some group of freaks
Living over at Dennis Wilson's place
I met a man in the bar later that night
He told me straight, he said all that's kept him moving these last fifteen years is hate
He said, "It's like a furnace in my chest
It's like a fire on my tongue
And it burns a little brighter now with every wrong"
He said, "I burn a little brighter
I nurture every hurt"
He said, "Burn a little brighter son, trust me it works"
He said, "They took my daughter from me with promises of love
I never gave her anything but that
Now they got her selling flowers on the street and living in a truck
Throwing salt over her shoulder just to keep the demons back
We never talk anymore
They won't even let me see her anymore"
"But I burn a little brighter boy
I nurture every hurt
I burn," he burns a little brighter every time I see him after work
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
One night he said, "They took my daughter from me
And I hired Black Lightning to get her back
But during deprogramming she jumped out a window and broke her neck
And now it's me living in a truck
The wife blamed me and took me to court
Took the lot"
"She won't see me anymore
We only communicate through lawyers now
But you know what, I burn, I still burn a little brighter
I nurture every hurt"
He burns a little brighter every time I see him after work
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
He doesn't come round the bar much anymore
I don't see him round here much anymore
But you know what in the bar the other night, I saw on TV
This guy went into a Moonie church, gone stone crazy
Killed a bunch of people before he turned it on himself
And Reverend Moon's up there on CNN denying it's a cult
You don't see the Moon on TV much anymore
Said Reverend Moon's not on TV much anymore
But the screen burns a little brighter
Nurturing the hurt
Screen burns a little brighter, nurturing the hurt
It burn it burns
It burns it burns
Trust me, it works
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
Took all her stuff
All of her LPs and shit, and some of mine
I stared at the wall for a while, and then I went out
Figured I'd find me a bar and have a good time
Didn't think I'd see her again
You know, I never did see her again
I heard she joined some group of freaks
Living over at Dennis Wilson's place
I met a man in the bar later that night
He told me straight, he said all that's kept him moving these last fifteen years is hate
He said, "It's like a furnace in my chest
It's like a fire on my tongue
And it burns a little brighter now with every wrong"
He said, "I burn a little brighter
I nurture every hurt"
He said, "Burn a little brighter son, trust me it works"
He said, "They took my daughter from me with promises of love
I never gave her anything but that
Now they got her selling flowers on the street and living in a truck
Throwing salt over her shoulder just to keep the demons back
We never talk anymore
They won't even let me see her anymore"
"But I burn a little brighter boy
I nurture every hurt
I burn," he burns a little brighter every time I see him after work
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
One night he said, "They took my daughter from me
And I hired Black Lightning to get her back
But during deprogramming she jumped out a window and broke her neck
And now it's me living in a truck
The wife blamed me and took me to court
Took the lot"
"She won't see me anymore
We only communicate through lawyers now
But you know what, I burn, I still burn a little brighter
I nurture every hurt"
He burns a little brighter every time I see him after work
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
He doesn't come round the bar much anymore
I don't see him round here much anymore
But you know what in the bar the other night, I saw on TV
This guy went into a Moonie church, gone stone crazy
Killed a bunch of people before he turned it on himself
And Reverend Moon's up there on CNN denying it's a cult
You don't see the Moon on TV much anymore
Said Reverend Moon's not on TV much anymore
But the screen burns a little brighter
Nurturing the hurt
Screen burns a little brighter, nurturing the hurt
It burn it burns
It burns it burns
Trust me, it works
(Oh Black Lightning, don't blame yourself)
Credits
Writer(s): Clair Le Couteur
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