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Even Superman Shot Himself

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 rapeI 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, yeahYou 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 thudTaken 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 upGoddamn, goddamn, yeah

Goddamn, goddamn, even Superman shot himself

Goddamn, goddamn, yeah

Goddamn, even Superman shot himselfSometimes 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, yeahMost 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 clueGoddamn, goddamn,

Goddamn, yeah, goddamn, even Superman shot himself

Goddamn, goddamn

Goddamn, goddamn, even Superman shot himselfCome on, come on, come on

Check this out, check this out, check this outOpen 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 downCan'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 biggerAll 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 kissAnd I burned for twenty-five years

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