New Kind Of Hero - The Verlaines

Tell me what do you see with television mentality

Alexander the Great?

Maybe Fyodor Dostoevsky?

I’m going back to my cell

I’m sorry I’m neither of those

(And the tension begins to grow)

A new kind of hero

A new kind of hero

You decided at once what I could or should be made into

Do you mean what you say?

Is that merely the way your lips move?

I’m going back to my cell

Sick of the insults you throw

(As the visions begin to grow)

A new kind of hero

A new kind of hero

You said we’d laugh and talk on the weekend

And maybe throw an image upon the bed

For you to find a new kind of hero —

The light of your mind on something wide and empty

You can follow me down

I’ll go and chase my own reflection

But I’ll be watching you lie

From a thousand miles in any direction

I’m going back to my cell

If any kind of hero will do

I will borrow one and send him to you

New kind of hero

New kind of hero…