Supermanic Soul

Well I just shot a man to death
I've got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I can't stop
A final shot and a final breath

Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell

Well it's a brutal smell of death
Well it's a brutal smell of death
Well it's a brutal smell of death
Well it's a brutal smell of death

Saw my reflection in a spoon
I had it with my not approved excuse
I've got a super manic soul

I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I've put a stop to his loonytoons
I've put him down in the record room

These are for you
Dead, break this
These are for you
Dead, break this
Dead

These are for you
Dead, break this
These are for you
Dead, break this
Dead, break this
Dead, break this
Dead