Even Superman - Latin Quarter

Even Superman, even Superman is dead

But there’s still bucks to be built out of the rubble where he bled

Take his cape and cut it into squares

And sell it long to uncertain people to show them someone cares

Take the kryptonite and bury it in lead

Tell the world, tell the world that doesn’t wait

Tell the world that even Superman is dead.

Take his bright insignia take his gold and molten shield

Prepare your eyes for the sight of all the dread that it conceals.

Take Metropolis, take his love for Lois Lane

And ask ourselves why the hell we thought he’d ever kept us sane.

Even Superman’s no more

But can you answer the question

‘What did we invent him for?'

Even Superman’s expired

Too weak to wrestle with the world that he inspired