Hero Or So
one more lies in a foreign field cold
and the living who are left begin to mourn
their tears are the same as the tears of old
a heroic death has just been born
everybody annouces their expected shock
the press know news and release a storm
some shed tears while others mock
at the heroic death that’s just been born
distant friends will say they knew him well
their bodies and lips and eyes perform
they lose control at the tolling bell
saying few like him have ever been born
a speech is given by some respected man
who turned up cause its good for him to be seen
the tears all go according to his plan
once he’s left it’s like he’s never been
i hate the way the leaders are always right
i hate that they are the death of so much life
i hate that they can sleep so soundly at night
and so easily forget the cries of a mother and wife
too many men are forced into fate
too many innocent have had blood spilled
for too many people it is now too late
and tomorrows hero will soon be killed
