[Verse 1] John Constantine, coat in the rain Pocket full of matches, pocket full of pain He smiles like a con man, eyes like a bruise Always one cigarette from bad news He walks through the church door, nods at the dead Knows every back room where the lost get fed A sharp little prayer and a dirty old trick If hell comes calling, he answers quick [Pre-Chorus] He don’t beg, he don’t kneel He makes a pact, then he makes it feel Like you never saw the knife Till it’s already cut your life [Chorus] John Constantine, John Constantine He burns through the black between John Constantine, John Constantine Takes the curse and makes it sing (John Constantine) He owes the dark, but the dark don’t win [Verse 2] Ash on his hands and grit in his teeth Every little demon wants a seat beneath That cracked-up grin and that London scar He’s a bad luck saint with a borrowed bar He reads the room like a dead man’s note Pulls one last charm from a battered coat Says, “You want my soul? Come line up first” Then he spits in the face of the worst [Pre-Chorus] He don’t run, he don’t plead He plants his feet in a field of need If the door to hell swings wide He steps through first with a crooked stride [Chorus] John Constantine, John Constantine He burns through the black between John Constantine, John Constantine Takes the curse and makes it sing (John Constantine) He owes the dark, but the dark don’t win [Bridge] There’s a crack in the sky where the bad things crawl He laughs at the fear and he answers it all One last bargain, one last spark He leaves a hard thumbprint in the dark [Final Chorus] John Constantine, John Constantine He burns through the black between John Constantine, John Constantine Takes the curse and makes it sing (John Constantine) He owes the dark, but the dark don’t win (John Constantine) He walks through hell and walks back in
