A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes Were smoking out along the open road The night was very dark and thick between them Each man beneath his
Come down to my level And share this cold with me The space once filled heavy With loss now lies empty I tried to run but I got stung A thousand times
lie, they all pass with time Why do my people come and go? I keep on leaving them behind and Lord, I miss them so I've watched my heroes change from
Papa was a rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. August
lie, they all pass with time Why do my people come and go? I keep on leaving them behind And Lord, I miss them so I've watched my heroes change from
Come back down to my level and share this cold with me the space once filled heavy with loss now lies empty i tried to run but i got stung a thousand
Translation: Bedroom Heroes. End Song.
Translation: Nanci Griffith. Song For Remembered Heroes.
Translation: Gym Class Heroes. Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song).
Translation: Hell Is For Heroes. Slow Song.
: A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes were smoking out along the open road; the night was very dark and thick between them, each man beneath
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes were smoking out along the open road; the night was very dark and thick between them, each man beneath
This song is in the sky with my dreams And spirits high Im singing, with your smile on my mouth In the air you float above my house You?re everywhere
Papa was a rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. August 6th
