Supermanic Soul

Well I just shot a man to death

I've got a bullet out of my head

He fired back and

I can't stop

A final shot and a final breath

Afraid to stop and afraid to check

The smell of fear and the color red

Had him with a 2 inch shell

Well it's a brutal smell of death

Well it's a brutal smell of death

Well it's a brutal smell of death

Well it's a brutal smell of death

Saw my reflection in a spoon

I had it with my not approved excuse

I've got a super manic soul

I've pulled the trigger in the record room

I've pulled the trigger in the record room

I've put a stop to his loonytoons

I've put him down in the record room

These are for you

Dead, break this

These are for you

Dead, break this

DeadThese are for you

Dead, break this

These are for you

Dead, break this

Dead, break this

Dead, break this

Dead