, who, who Thought you?d get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun You're such a romantic hero
with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark On the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park
crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well, I'm no hero, that's
switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape, watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down, "Hey little heroes
now, I'm about to shake and bake(kick it) Shake and bake Once again we're taking over The d-flow pimp rovers The one who bent your summer lover
mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover
half a hero Tossed by the times, caught in the winds Dream, lonesome soldier, weary of the rain Dream of home Someone's son, someone's lover Dream that
does not come true You have eyes that shine, I have you Heroes have their names engraved forever in a stone Hermits have their peace of mind alone Lovers
Cowboys don't cry and heroes don't die Good always wins again and again And love is a sweet dream it always comes true Oh if life were like the movies
From the pages of a book, her lover comes Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story Misty shape in the window by her bed Dreaming on what she's read Hero
his sweet tasting love, oh Evil, wicked or angel Just give me a man Evil, wicked or angel Need a man blues Need a man blues Angel hurting me bad Boys and heroes, lovers
'm doin' it as I see on my TV Took my girl to rent a porno movie I thought that it'd be kinda groovy I thought that'd this impress my lover And there
just when you mean to tell her You have no love to give her She gets you on wave lengths And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover
Woah, dances in her attic Everywhere across the land In front of their mirrors with combs in their hands They prepare to make a stand Lover to lover
lonely tenement Has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write This is no declaration I just thought I'd let you know goodbye Said the hero
songs And his Band wa a-playing And Ted was hummin' along Meanwhile back in a corner There was a table for two Where sat the singer's cute lover And
hell I'm told it's my duty to fight against the law That wizardry's my trade and I was born to wade through gore I just want to be a lover, not a red