Even Superman Shot Himself Lyrics - Mega!! Kung Fu Radio - Powerman 5000

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 say 

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It'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 motherfuckers don't have a clue 

Sometimes I don't know what to do 

But most motherfuckers don't have a clue, yeah 

Most motherfuckers don't have a clue 

Most motherfuckers don't have a clue 

Most motherfuckers don't have a clue 

Most motherfuckers don't have a clue 

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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 shit 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 fuck 

Takin' you out superhero style 

Your finger's on the trigger wishing 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