歌手:Powerman 5000
专辑:《Mega!! Kung Fu Radio》

作词 : Powerman Five Thousand ...
Goddamn, even
Superman shot himself
Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth
I said, maybe he read the
Sunday paper
Murder front page death and rape
I can't see through the haze of the hazy
It's the little things, it's the little things
It's the little things that drive a man crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what
I mean I know why he did it
Too slow to outwit it, get it
His cape was red, yeah, but so was his blood
Man of steel fell with a thud
Taken out by the villain who's willin'
To stand in line and do the time you hated'
Cause life brings death that life has created
And do you understand when
I sayIt's the little things that break the man
By the way are you feeling it bit by bit, piece by piece
They're stealing it bite the dust hit the deck
They're dealing it, you've got to give it up
Goddamn, goddamn, yeah
Goddamn, goddamn, even
Superman shot himself
Goddamn, goddamn, yeah
Goddamn, even
Superman shot himself
Sometimes
I feel so stupid, sometimes
I feel so low
Sometimes
I think of all the things, yeah, that
I'll never know
Sometimes
I don't know what to do
But most mother******s don't have a clue
Sometimes
I don't know what to do
But most mother******s don't have a clue, yeah
Most mother******s don't have a clue
Most mother******s don't have a clue
Most mother******s don't have a clue
Most mother******s don't have a clue
Goddamn, goddamn,
Goddamn, yeah, goddamn, even
Superman shot himself
Goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn, even
Superman shot himself
Come on, come on, come on
Check this out, check this out, check this out
Open your eyes see out the inside
The point of the point of the point you can't hide
From the *************t that's all around funky ghetto
Of the mind that brings you down
Can't shake it 'til you give it up, yeah
Sell your soul, or don't give a *************
Takin' you out superhero style
Your finger's on the trigger wi*************ng you were bigger
All the while you've got the soul with rigor mortis
Like Travis
Bickle said, "Suck on this"
You've got the soul with rigor mortis
Like Travis
Bickle said, "Suck on this"
Like Travis
Bickle said, "Suck on this"
Like Travis
Bickle said, "Suck on this"
Like Travis
Bickle said, "Suck on this"
The grip on the neck and the snake bite kiss
And I burned for twenty-five years