You want it bad, a superman To take up the task at hand and bleed for you You smoking gun, you riot of one Put down the muscle and come up a fighter
Lions rage They rattle their cage, like they’ll do Like the fools parading they’re waiting in vain For superman
The killers they come but you ride on, not looking back But clouds of woe ride your head from smoking their jive
Open wide Go packing a sidearm of truth ‘Cause the birds of the air ain’t seen hide nor hair of superman
It ain’t a crime to be hated Or in the clouds of mourning Broken babies see their diamonds In your pocket there, in the pure land When you go to hell, they will shine as well You are superman, you are superman, you are superman