Yesterday’s Hero Songtext
von Dean Wareham

Bombs and bullshit fill the air
All your tables have no chair
All your leaders have no hair
All our marches got nowhere
What they want you to be What they want you to be
What they want you to be
Yesterday′s hero, yesterday's ghost
All your sermons sound the same
All your parleys no domain

All your leaders have no hair
All our marches got nowhere