I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.