There's no escape from barren weather The cold war and the upturned collar Our agents are all under cove There are no treaties to deliver The red man trapped in his enclosure The black man aiming from his shoulder The white man dying of exposure And children everywhere grow older
The Hollywood avengers are drunk and disqualified Missionaries on morphine lie giggling and paralyzed On and on the bullet glides to find its mark between the eyes It finds its mark Another hero bites the dust
There are no wise guys to save us Against the merciless crusaders There's nowhere safe to hide from raiders Who capture hostages for traders The red man trapped in his enclosure The black man aiming from his shoulder The white man dying of exposure While women everywhere grow bolder
Kissinger and Nixon are hiding in the abattoirs Maggie Thatcher's patching up her makeup in the broken glass The bloody iron shows as she drives past in her armoured car As she drives past Another hero bites the dust
The hit men in their chosen places Fix their sites and hide their faces Slip through the crowd in narrow spaces Slip through the night and leave no traces The red man trapped in his enclosure The black man aiming from his shoulder The white man dying of exposure As dead men everywhere grow colder
The cowboys and the Kennedys are grabbing what there is to sell The president's advisers advise us all to go to hell And those who deal in weapons are rumoured to be doing well. The rumour goes Another hero bites the dust
There are no heroes fit to rule they're all half saint, half bloody foolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
