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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
You walk into a club, late last night, everybody's locked in stare at you.
Thinking to yourself, "Something ain't right." Looking down to see that your skin turned blue
Everybody "freaks", the cops come by, some big guy grabs you by the hair.
You close your eyes, you think you're gonna die, but pretty soon you vanish from thin air.
(Tag 1)
Yeah, I know it's only a dream, but I still think I should state my case.
Don't you think it'd be pretty kool, to carry a chain, and have a flaming skull for a face?
(Chorus)
The Dark Knight, and The Man of Steel, and The Web Crawler. I wish it were real.
Hey Logan, and Rouge, and The Green Lantern.
I wish I could settle the score for the Fantastic Four.
(Verse 2)
The Sinister Six? Yeah, they were bad guys. Sabertooth and Venom? They were too.
Except for when they switched over to the good guys. I guess they had nothing better to do.
Omega Red... he was one of my favorites, but Doomsday made me want to cry.
And, of course, The Joker, and The Penguin. I don't think they'll ever die.
(Tag 2)
You know, some people talk about wanting to be Iron Man.
No thank you sir, not for me, I'd never be stuck inside a little tin can.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Big @ss breakdown!)
(Repeat Chorus... except the last line goes:)
Assemble Avengers, 'come on you pretenders!'
Beast does his flex for the man they call "Professor X."
(End)
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The Wrong Kind of Perfect
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