It
isn't quite ready, it's almost 5:30.
Scholars and flunkees.
Faggots and junkies.
Incinerator in a blood red sky.
Kill the head and the body will die.
I can't tell you that I'm happy.
But I can tell you that my clothes are snappy.
It's time to draw the line.
Superman died tonight.
Ate a pound of Kryptonite.
Drank a quart of brotherly love.
Fell straight from the sky above.
And if there's a hell below.
Kenneth Ray ain't gonna go.
He lost his soul in the Korean War.
I lost my concentration when he opened the door.
It's time to draw the line