It isn't quite ready, it's almost 5:30



Scholars and flunkees



Faggots and junkies



Incinerator in a blood red sky



Kill the head and the body will die



I can't tell you that I'm happy



But I can tell you that my clothes are snappy



It's time to draw the line



Superman died tonight



Ate a pound of Kryptonite



Drank a quart of brotherly love



Fell straight from the sky above



And if there's a hell below



Kenneth Ray ain't gonna go



He lost his soul in the Korean War



I lost my concentration when he opened the door



It's time to draw the line