My hands are flesh, my tongue is red I have hair growing from my head I get too old, I will fall dead But when I wear that leather jacket with the silver studs I am Evil, I am Glory, I am Beautiful, I am God I eat white bread and I drink white wine I dine on white meat all the time I get too ill, I will decline But when I wear that leather jacket with the silver studs I am Evil, I am Glory, I am Beautiful, I am God Midnight strikes and it makes me sweat Two o'clock, and I feel so wet Moon, shine on my napa jet But when I wear that leather jacket with the silver studs I am Evil, I am Glory, I am Beautiful, I am God