random, messy, one take, improvisation, raw like eddie murphy
Lyrics
superimposed superman,
consciously superficial,
trades his crayon cape
for stitches of his initials,
which to his eye appears
as the alpha and omega,
and represents the whole
of all that makes it better.
oh, i know, you want to save the world.
with an evolving revolver
he changes up the colour.
without changing the shape
he finds within it another.
oh but the shapes do shift,
and tak eon other forms,
before he even knows it,
he forgets what the norm is.
oh, i know, you want to save the world.
without a warning,
without a peep,
he announces to all the newborns
that they are all his sheep.
with his crayon,
with his cape,
he motions them to stand
and stacks them into shapes.
oh, i know, you want to save the world.
[improvised interjection:
you dropped your cape/just the other day/but i couldn't see out my window/because i had just bought drapes/isn't that what you wanted me to do?/or did i make a mistake?]
superman, superman,
what good have you done?
when you have rearranged the world,
and un-did what you have done?
