Übermensch
Adam Woolard
Wooo
Those nights in December
On the corner of now or never
Last night we told some jokes and you
Finished up your last pack of holy smokes
Oooooo
Oooooo
Welcome to the electric church
We'll right the scriptures but just watch them first
And on the cross you don't see a thing
Except for little birds with their broken right wings
Ooooo
Ooooo
Let's go home and watch eraserhead
And wonder what it is like to be dead
And wonder what it is like to grow old
And feel your hand getting cold
Cold
I'm not your superman
I'm not your übermensch