This Probably Won't Hold Up In Court
(Or, A Shameless Mixing Of Hindu And Buddhist Traditions)
He stands before me,
Straight as an iron arrow
And about as flexible,
A study in blue, brass,
And gunmetal gray-
Straight edged sawtooth
a mockery of moksha,
Antinirvana
The blond-haired blue-eyed
American,
Vishnu's anemic mortal cousin,
Yet to learn
That desire begets only suffering,
But enough about me, let's talk about me some more...
Rrrrrrrrrrrr
..................
Flashlight bores and burns,
Red and white and
Green and yellow
Kryptonite shine,
I'm talking to you, son,
Keep your-KEEP YOUR ARMS ON THE HOOD!
The words echo
In my x-ray ears,
And I have no excuse,
But let me tell you this-
You think you're Superman
In that nightmare neon glow.
He stands before me,
Straight as an iron arrow
And about as flexible,
A study in blue, brass,
And gunmetal gray-
Straight edged sawtooth
a mockery of moksha,
Antinirvana
The blond-haired blue-eyed
American,
Vishnu's anemic mortal cousin,
Yet to learn
That desire begets only suffering,
But enough about me, let's talk about me some more...
Rrrrrrrrrrrr
..................
Flashlight bores and burns,
Red and white and
Green and yellow
Kryptonite shine,
I'm talking to you, son,
Keep your-KEEP YOUR ARMS ON THE HOOD!
The words echo
In my x-ray ears,
And I have no excuse,
But let me tell you this-
You think you're Superman
In that nightmare neon glow.