Texty: Scott Weiland. Happy In Galoshes. Pictures & Computers (I'm Not Superman).
When I'm alone the world's at bay
Keeping them still as I slip away
But I'm not superman and I'm not every man
Have I done the best that I can to generate 'cause I still hate
To revel around and terrorize or sympathize and populate
'Cause I'm just every man who once was a stronger man
Who let the queen of his land burn off his cape
Now he just waits
Oh, let me be, you take a step and squash on everything
Your holy water won't clean those Jimmy Choo's
You wear those shoes and then you run around all night
When I'm alone the world's at bay
Keeping them still as I slip away
But I'm not superman and I'm not every man
Have I done the best that I can to generate 'cause I still hate
Oh, let me be, you take a step and squash on everything
Your holy water won't clean those Jimmy Choo's
You wear those shoes and then you run around all night
Pictures and computers and your broken lies
Can't you feel it, breathe it? Scent of lies
Run around in coffee bars, you're dressed to thrill
I bet you'd love to kill on your way home from Hyde
Keeping them still as I slip away
But I'm not superman and I'm not every man
Have I done the best that I can to generate 'cause I still hate
To revel around and terrorize or sympathize and populate
'Cause I'm just every man who once was a stronger man
Who let the queen of his land burn off his cape
Now he just waits
Oh, let me be, you take a step and squash on everything
Your holy water won't clean those Jimmy Choo's
You wear those shoes and then you run around all night
When I'm alone the world's at bay
Keeping them still as I slip away
But I'm not superman and I'm not every man
Have I done the best that I can to generate 'cause I still hate
Oh, let me be, you take a step and squash on everything
Your holy water won't clean those Jimmy Choo's
You wear those shoes and then you run around all night
Pictures and computers and your broken lies
Can't you feel it, breathe it? Scent of lies
Run around in coffee bars, you're dressed to thrill
I bet you'd love to kill on your way home from Hyde