The days of jumping buildings
And colliding and falling into crevasses...
And colliding and falling into crevasses...
Know now this was coming to a close
No more arbitrary swims or swan-dives
Away with capes, and back again to regular clothes
White-powder lies and sullen half-lives
Red-lights and parking meters
Out of touch the place had new leaders
Really, they did the best they could
Back again, be sometime they would
No more arbitrary swims or swan-dives
Away with capes, and back again to regular clothes
White-powder lies and sullen half-lives
Red-lights and parking meters
Out of touch the place had new leaders
Really, they did the best they could
Back again, be sometime they would
Would he readorn the cape if he had the time to mend the torn seems? Racing bullets and lifting locomotives no longer satisfy. Heroism has been replaced by bills, mortgage and the ever filling calendar... all paper more powerful than kryptonite. Good-night Superman.
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