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 do
Like the fools parading, they're waiting in vain
For Superman, for Superman, for Superman (oh, but he'll hold your coat when he can)


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
'cuz the birds of the air ain't seen hide nor hair
of Superman, of Superman, 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