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.)