作词 : Powerman Five Thousand ... 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 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 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 mother******s don't have a clue Sometimes I don't know what to do But most mother******s don't have a clue, yeah Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue 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 *************t 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 ************* Takin' you out superhero style Your finger's on the trigger wi*************ng 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
作词 : Powerman Five Thousand ... 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 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 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 mother******s don't have a clue Sometimes I don't know what to do But most mother******s don't have a clue, yeah Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue Most mother******s don't have a clue 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 *************t 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 ************* Takin' you out superhero style Your finger's on the trigger wi*************ng 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
