blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For loveable losers, no account boozers And honky tonk heroes
your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back with the sax Problem Child got my back with the piano
my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For lovable losers, no account boozers And honky tonk heroes
Tell us once again this morning old friend how did you win the war Everybody loves a hero it don't matter if they've heard the tale before And tell us
skin and bone And can you see in twenty years We'll pay to shed the same cheap tears In a film about an island, watch our hero take a stand Pay our
The theme song to "The Sopranos" I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag plays in the key of life on my, mental piano Knowin I can go, just switchin
from us, Not believe the tale. Though the samba has ended, I know in the sound Of your voice, your piano, your flute, you are found, And the music within
desert breeze and people drink coffee inside redwood trees renaissance uncles and surgical aunts have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants with heroes all published and pianos
Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
cow, oh my god, wow It seems I'm gettin' fresher every time they turn around like Oy vey, holy cow, oh my god, wow [Verse 1:] Hey, walkin' out the crib with a smile on my face Super hero
mole on her back It's hairy and black She's got a butt like a pillow and she likes to wear black Well I wanna be her hero Wanna be her man Well I wanna
got one more night in ecstasy before it brings you to your knees tomorrow is the judgment day. Just take it from Clark Kent it?s hard to be a hero when
and order you back when i introduce me to you my face had turned to super red your steady beck and call boy playing on piano wanna be your super hero
't decide I'm in the front row, I'm a model Don't know what I can't describe Burnout stars they shine so bright He's not perfect He's my hero Smashing the piano
Dave are to take a percentages that Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano
Vertaling: Mijn Superhero. Binnenkort verlaten.