Your very own hero left here today,
Folks on the street say they saw him carried away,
Some say they caught him lying,
Some say they laid him to rest,
But not one of them was crying,
Not a tear touched his head.
I heard them say…
“Run him out of town, don’t leave a single trace behind,
They always think they’ll live forever,
And all their promises, they break on a dime,
Go on now, drive him to the desert,
Tie his hands behind his head,
Blow a kiss with your revolver now,
You’re better off with him dead,”
He left here today your very own hero,
All the young heroes.
Our very own heroes, they seem to drop off like flies,
You can see it on the evening news,
Save the tears from your eyes,
And watch familiar sad faces as they disappear from view,
For every hero that’s dead and gone they’ll find another for you,
Lord, it’s true.
I heard them say…
“Keep them on the run, don’t leave a single one behind,
And hide away our precious children, because they’re the ones who’ll believe them every time,
Go on now, chase them to the river,
Bend their knee and bow their heads,
And what you do then, do quickly now,
Make sure you turn that river red,”
They’ve left here today our very own heroes,
Oh, the young heroes.
Oh, my little hero, where did you go last night?
Oh, my sweet young hero, you’re no one else’s but mine,
Oh, and for someone who can see through me, well, you can be so blind,
And all you heroes who try to leave, you’ll never get out alive.
You’ll never get out alive, baby,
You’ll never get out here alive, baby,
Pack it up, no, oh.
Somebody said…
“Drive him to the ground, don’t leave a trace of him behind,”
They always think they’ll live forever,
But all their promises they break every time,
I found him waiting in the garden with his hands held high above,
I heard him whisper as I kissed him, “You always hurt the one you love,”
You left today my very own hero.
All the young heroes,
My very own hero,
All the young heroes,
You’ll never get out here alive, baby,
You’ll never get out here alive, baby,
No, you won’t.
