They’ll Only Let You Down
My father told me once
’bout the time Superman went bad.
Said he could remember it like yesterday.
Burnt all the women’s clothes off with his x ray eyes.
Laughed as he flicked busloads of old folks off flyovers.
Spelt out obscene messages with the cities’ Christmas lights.
Pissed down on the streets from skyscrapers.
Da said he didn’t believe in nothing after that.