Marge Schott

All the faces are dressed up in blue
And there's not a lot I can do
Conspiracy, 1973
At the age of 32
All the dreams I had, all the visions that I had up until then
Turned into dust and the anonymity that comes with them

Inside there is silver and gold
Marge Schott can't get in there
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare

Your colors and flags on a screen
Turn into something obscene
The hero died less than dignified
At the hands of the all-white machine
Every dream I had, every vision that I had up until then
Vanished into stars and the anonymity that comes with them

Inside there is silver and gold
Marge Schott can't get in there
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare

All of what I heard from the ads in the magazines and the T.V.,
Create a new image that I have to take personally

Inside there is silver and gold
Marge Schott can't get in there
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare