Leather Jacket کے بول

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 ] (Chorus) I eat white bread and I drink white wine I dine on white meat all the time I get too ill, I will decline (Chorus) Midnight strikes and it makes me sweat Two o'clock, and I feel so wet Moon, shine on my napa jet (Chorus)