Supermanic Soul

[Verse 1]

Well I just shot a man to death

I caught him crawling around in my head

He fired back and then it stopped

A final shot and a final breath

Afraid to stop and afraid to check

The smell of fear and the color red

An introduction to myself

The lips are blue with the smell of death

The lips are blue with the smell of death

The lips are blue with the smell of death

The lips are blue with the smell of death

[Verse 2]

Saw my reflection in a spoon

I had a warped mind and a ¼ inch fuse

I've got a supermanic soul

I've pulled the trigger in the record room

I've pulled the trigger in the record room

I put a stop to his servitude

I took him down in the record room

[Chorus]

The interest of you

Dead - practice

The interest of you

Dead - practice

Dead!

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]

The interest of you

Dead - practice

The interest of you

Dead - practice

Dead - practice

Dead - practice

Dead!