Expecting Brainchild

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