(Butch Walker and Chrystina Lloree)
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Make no mistake, I¡¯ve spent hours and days,
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Just to find whose responsible for this mess.
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I¡¯ve walked around for hours, getting¡¯ bitten¡¯ by the spiders.
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And the snakes are crawlin¡¯ over my chest.
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On the front lawns of America the papers they all read,
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Gas prices are rising high and Superman is dead.
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As I opened the door and looked at my mother,
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Even Stovetop stuffing ain¡¯t gonna change my mind.
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I¡¯ll talk to you tomorrow or maybe next Sunday depending on what I find.
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On the front lawns of America the papers they all read,
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Your kids are on heroin and Superman is dead.
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Maybe it¡¯s time I start looking for another.
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And pretend a new hero is always going to save the day.
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So when I feel like I¡¯m falling off another tall building,
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There¡¯ll be someone there to catch me faster than a speeding train.
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On the front lawn of America the papers they all read,
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California is sinking and Superman is dead.
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On the front lawns of America the papers they all read,
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The psychic network is saving our souls and Superman is dead.
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On the front lawns of America the papers they all read,
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Your kids are on heroin and Superman is dead.
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Superman
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Marvelous 3 |