You want it bad, a superman
To take up the task at hand and bleed for you
You smoking gun, you riot of one
Put down the muscle [bad word] up a fighter

Lions rage
They rattle their cage, like they’ll do
Like the fools parading they’re waiting in vain
For superman

The killers [bad word] but you ride on, not looking back
But clouds of woe ride your head from smoking their jive

Open wide
Go packing a sidearm of [bad word] ‘Cause the birds of the air ain’t seen hide nor hair 
of superman

It ain’t a crime to be hated
Or in the clouds of mourning
Broken babies see their diamonds
In your pocket there, in the pure land
When you go to [bad word]  they will shine as well
You are superman, you are superman, you are superman