He was
The kind of man lost at the bottom of a bottle, she said
A medieval eastern with his teeth as sharp as his nails
Treating money like battles he had win, to sound like heroes
He loved his vodka with ice cream, mainly to cover his flaws
He was kind, no
Don't you dare
He was fine
No one knew
He was kind, oh
He never betrayed
He hid so good
The monster he was
The monster he was
The monster he was
The monster he was
The monster he was
The monster he was
The monster he was
She was
Struggling to provide her kid enough to make sure he grows
Enough good reason to endure bruises and picture his gross
I had to find and read the paper with the farewell she wrote
To got memory recover
No more heroes
No more heroes
No more heroes
Memory recovers
More bruises to cover
No more heroes
No more heroes
No more heroes
No more heroes
He was kind, no (no more heroes)
Don't you dare (the monster he was)
He was fine (no more heroes)
No one knew (the monster he was)
He was kind, oh (no more heroes)
He never betrayed (the monster he was)
He hid so good (no more heroes)
The monster he was (the monster he was)
He was right (no more heroes)
He was fine (the monster he was)
He was kind, oh (no more heroes)
He never betrayed (the monster he was)
He hid so good (no more heroes)
The monster he was
