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
