Heroes don't wear glasses
But at least one sword
Love the silence of the campfire
And their best friend is a horse
That's Sultan or Joe
Carries them all the way to Mexico
/>For miles with a hole in the shoe
And they play the harmonica
Heroes wear zebra pants
Slashed at the knees
Spray graffiti from cans
Until the subway flashes neon
Heroes ride motorcycles
Hate celery salad
Tough as leather; hard as stone
Easy riders have to be asphalt junkies
Heroes die singing
And in the tenor
Come swinging a lasso
In wild dramas
Rising from the Canvas
Can walk on water
Live on brandy
But can't see blood
Heroes have to go
When the mountain calls
For them, kissing is sport - when the heart grooves
Heroes only smoke on lungs
The taste of freedom on the tongue
Heroes need a lot of strength
Because love itself creates the heroes
Heroes carry no glasses
But at least one sword
Loves the silence of the campfire
And her best friend is a horse
That's called Sultan or Joe
He carries her all the way to Mexico
Miles away with a hole in their shoe
And they play the harmonica to it
Heroes die singing
And in the tenor
Come swinging a lasso
In wild dramas
Rising from the Canvas
Can walk on water
Feed on brandy
But can't see blood