
I Still Have Your Sprite In My Car; It Beckons To Me Songtext
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i, I still have your sprite in my car
It beckons to me
it asks what the fuck you're supposed to be
Are you my Christ, my Savior, my God?
Risen again in three months?
Have you returned to pass the final judgement,
Or have you already?
What the fuck are you supposed to be,
Are you Batman?
Here to save me from myself?
I love your theatrics
I trusted in a vigilante pacifist, apparently
A testament to your deceit
Do and say whatever the fuck you want
I'll be here waiting, God damn it!
What the fuck are you supposed to be,
Are you Batman?
Are you the Dark Fucking Knight,
Here to save me from myself?
I love your theatrics
Superman returns...
Are you the Dark Fucking Knight,
It beckons to me
it asks what the fuck you're supposed to be
Are you my Christ, my Savior, my God?
Risen again in three months?
Have you returned to pass the final judgement,
Or have you already?
What the fuck are you supposed to be,
Are you Batman?
Here to save me from myself?
I love your theatrics
I trusted in a vigilante pacifist, apparently
A testament to your deceit
Do and say whatever the fuck you want
I'll be here waiting, God damn it!
What the fuck are you supposed to be,
Are you Batman?
Are you the Dark Fucking Knight,
Here to save me from myself?
I love your theatrics
Superman returns...
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