W.A.S.P. Stone Cold Killers

Think about the sorrow you brought
Think of all the horror you made
Lying to a world that you wrought
Dying for the world, oh that you made
Johnny get your guns
You'll need all of those prophets you pray
Oh yeah Johnny get your guns
I've come to kill the god that you made
I'm gonna murder superman
Murder superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widowmaking ones come
You can't hide
I'm gonna murder superman
Murder superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands