Lyrics

SUPERHEROES

I?ve been looking for a face across this great despise
Got the match to light my discontent?
Not since Superman died
Not since Superman died

You wrote about a writer who abused you and finally set herself on fire
She was a friend of mine
She was a friend of mine

Oh the jokes and the whiskey tokes in your Spiderman basement
The damp of the tomb you dead poets wrote at night when you were wasted
as you mastered all your metaphors and buried your ususal sins
under the usual jokes
under the university rug

Now you with your clean and intelligent slates
can marry your students and write your own fates
while we the torch lighters cream our faces dye our hair
as reality takes
reality takes

Thor the hat with the wings can?t cover the horns
you can?t change anything with your poison pen scorn
you can?t bring back the baby can?t bring on the rain
you can have a new baby but you?ll never never never never ever
erase that old stain

Lady Macbeth we?re Madonnas and whores
we?ve all grown above you you don?t matter any more
we?ll see you on the Walden?s shelf and all be relieved we?re with
somebody else
somebody else

So I?ve been looking for a face across this great despise
Got the match to light my discontent?
Not since Superman died
Not since Superman died
Not since Superman died
Not since Superman died