Leather Jacket

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