union is strong but our crusade is long We're marching until victory. With honor and truth our weapons are used. Never stop until we're free [Bridge] Heroes
(close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero
you're a man See now I'm back wit the force Read about the kid from the front to the back of the source You see me back on the course Scream on every
like that swing. But no, you're sticking by her. Actually you're a hero in my eyes. [Amos Hart] That's right. I'm a hero. [Billy Flynn] Did you bring
medal on your chest Now you got it made But you're going back to a land of protest And an empty hero's parade Waking up in the dead of night Screaming
you should know Flip fly caught you soarin' sky high But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my Eyes cry tears fear a baby eagle seagull Shit falls quicker than a local hero
to disappoint some of you, it was not chief redden. this one man was studebacher hoch, fantastic new super hero of the current economic slump. now, some
in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero
clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky As Grendel leaves his
It all began with the bright light The bright light and the noise The chaos of the senses And the scream of desire Touchin' and bein' touched A million
I saw the city streets running bloody red I saw a thousand bombers circle in the sky I saw the firestorm fifty stories high I saw a hundred thousand scream
to an unseen fight Beat the drum, beat the drum, beat forever on the endless march Stricken dumb, cut and run, somebody's screaming and the sky is dark
Nobody's mad like me, I don't know how to speak Sometimes my eyes are open, sometimes my knees are weak Nobody's mad like me, I like to see the sky But
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Til the Universe explodes as a falling star is raised
the future, the destroyer of your worlds. I am the one in your colossal sky, I am you when you scream and wonder why. (Pre-Chorus) Hell was made for heroes
'm in the streets with the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief "Tell me great hero
wheelbarrow with nothing but revenge to keep him warm And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills Was the Nightstick's blanket in a February chill And as the buzzard drove a crooked sky
ardour before he dies But his stubbornness gave him the strength To fight for a future gain Exploits and bloodshed stained those lands The scream of heroes