've been Cut, cut, cut, cut a hole in the night The voices of the innocent are coming to life Cut, cut, cut, cut a hole in the night The voices of the
get it in The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made" Somebody
- supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to
got the bone HE GOT THE BONE! Smash into a post, I jumped out of my car Hopped over a wall, running through someone's yard Ran into a house, the father
so evil I don?t know why I?m still surprised even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes but you?ll always be my hero even
case - all except two. It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero
: [ MUSIC BY DAVID DEFEIS & EDWARD PURSINO ] [ LYRICS BY DAVID DEFEIS ] [ELDERS:] Return of the Hero, our Conquering King Agamemnon our Lord, you'll
so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even
it in The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made" Somebody
into seeing it from a couch Orgasms become lifetimes. Bong hits turn into white lines A face becomes a dartboard and cardboard becomes a house Boys turn
you going with it The bank wants my house and everything in it Seen it in others eyes like a failure left alone You're a working class hero from the
ok". i'm gonna be ok. you're right here with me. here with me. you teach me. complicate the lie. our wounds that darken almost daily. and all the time i heard a voice
Deep I dig to discover the truth Deep inside where secrets hide I hunt the hierarchy's highest heroes To hurt where vulnerability lies Roses burning on
they die Waiting and wondering all alone Silent voices across the land Speak in tongues they can never understand Nameless and wandering far from home Always held in the seventh house
product, of the environment There it is, black and white There it is, black and white On the streets of far Rockaway Queens Seagram Boulevard, B-17 Redfern houses
you promised Out on the road in the direction of Perth Backwards and forwards in a circle they went Found a city half open and ready to greet Those conquering heroes
