i'm yr american virgin-mobile superheronand my wings are just coffee stainsnand when your head got knocked right offnall that fell out was your brainsncause the sea it rain far away from menand it tore the shore from the statesnand all the people drowned in all the seaside townsnand they fell into the sewer gratesnnwhere all the junkies were hiddennand they were sick and bedriddennbut they were laying in their tentsncause they didn't have any beds to stay innso they weren't really bedridden, but i was just sayin'nso you'd get an idea of what i meantnnand she was hangin a little lower than the angels didnbut they were meltin away so she ran and hidnin those cold iron shackles that she boughtnfar away from that place where she was taughtnto be invisible, and also how to flynand while we're on the subject, i was also wonderin' whynthe sea wasn't afraid to show his facenhe was tyin' his shoes so he lost the racenand all the kids laughed at him, said he was a disgracento the good name of hershey kissesnnthen i sign appeared, i read it, i didnand it told me kid, you say kidnfar too much, you use it as a crutchnto make your writing seem more sophisticated.ni laughed and said, if that's what i was tryin' to donto appear more sophisticated, why the hell did i end this songnso awkwardly, rhyming sophisticated with sophisticated?