Song Stories

If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

An' I love you but I need another year alone

Still a trace of body paint On your legs and on your arms and on your face

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

You had your time, you had the power / You've yet to have your finest hour

Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you I don't care where you've been Or what you plan to do

I know it seems strange but things they change

Science came, a kingdom reigned

All the silver tongued suits and cartoons that rule my world, Are saying it's a high time for hypersonic missiles

Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world

We can be Heroes just for one day.