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