Misunderstood & seriously deranged,
kid who lived down this **** lane.
This city and its corrupted politics,
knocked back all of his scripts...

If you turn on the hot bubbling water,
I guarantee it will all flow out,
and rain death above like a saucer,
Can you understand what this's about?

His mind was the fault of politicians,
and now he's in a state of heaven,
wrapped up in the guilt and the lies,
Did Batman ask why he doesn't cry?

His chaos to him is his normality,
ask yourself the reality of a question,
why he's the agent of so called evil,
Give back the meds to the devil.

A razor-blade scare of a grin,
but is that reflection of him,
or Batman's wealth & misunderstood,
Ask yourself if that is the truth...
Are we asking rich versus the poor?