Heroes End

I heard a human voice who sang like no one else.
I heard a proud lady singing loud.
Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn.
But soon she found she was underground and wasted.

I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage.
Her body shook oh, she did her stuff.
She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much.
If you take the smooth you gotta take the rough.

Why do you have to die to be a hero.
It's a shame a legend begins at its end.
Why do you have to die if you're a hero.
When there's still so many things to say unsaid.

I heard a man's guitar electrify a crowd.
I felt the sound shower 'round.
He would take you with him where no music's been before.
As you merged the power surge together.

His music knew no limits if you were in it's wake.
You had no choice, no, but hear its voice.
You would listen hypnotized, and in a dream.
But once so strong survive or become weak

Why do you have to die to be a hero.
It's a shame a legend begins at its end.
Why do you have to die if you're a hero.
When there's still so many things to say unsaid.

If you gaze across timeless years you'll find them always there.
Many gods will join the list compiled with dying care.
Hungry mouths are waiting to bite the hand that feeds.
So the living dead carry on immortal deeds.

I saw on silver screen an actor's rise to fame.
But fast car user lose.
That legend's born from death and that is such a shame.
'Cos every year new ones appear.

Why do you have to die to be a hero.
It's a shame a legend begins at its end.
Why do you have to die if you're a hero.
When there's still so many things to say unsaid.