Lyrics

Standing in the pissing rain Hanging out on you, it's like Trying to stop a moving train Or howling at the moon Love sick, paranoid I pin you to the floor I used to think about it all the time But not much any more He'll be gone, new baby-boom Lost it round on dead man's pass Your writing's automatic Your imagery's of us Guiding light, hey cool Beaucoup, I coudn't give a damn They said, you looked like Jesus And you believed us But I'm a former fan Was a former fan Was a former fan No one had a baby Or died upon the dam Was a former fan Was a former fan Was a former, was a former Was a former fan Somewhere there's an empty car Deserted on a beach They haven't found a body I think it might be his Guiding light, hey cool Beaucoup, I coudn't give a damn They said, you looked like Jesus And you believed us But I'm a former fan Was a former fan Was a former fan Was a former fan Oh, oh