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 tonightAte 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