Black Lightning Songtext
von Clair Le Couteur

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)