I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la la la la la.. lala la la, la la la la.. lala la la etc

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la la la la.. lala la la [x3]

Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala

Sally cammina per la strada senza nemmeno guardare per terra Sally è una donna che non ha più voglia di fare la guerra Sally ha patito troppo Sally ha già visto che cosa ti può crollare addosso! Sally è già stata punita per ogni sua distrazione o debolezza,per ogni candida carezza,data per non sentire l'amarezza! senti che fuori piove ,senti che bel rumore... Sally cammina per la strada sicura senza pensare a niente! ormai guarda la gente con aria indifferente. sono lontani quei momenti quando uno sguardo provocava turbamenti,quando la vita era più facile... e si potevano mangiare anche le fragole.... perché la vita è un brivido che vola via , è tutto un equilibrio sopra la follia...sopra follia! senti che fuori piove ,senti che bel rumore... Ma forse Sally è proprio questo il senso...il senso... del tuo "vagare"... forse davvero ci si deve sentire alla fine un Po' male!.... Forse alla fine di questa triste storia qualcuno troverà il coraggio per affrontare i sensi di colpa e CANCELLARLI da questo "viaggio",per vivere davvero ogni momento, con ogni suo turbamento ,e come se fosse l'ultimo! Sally cammina per la strada,leggera,ormai è sera.,si accendono le luci dei lampioni, tutta la gente corre a casa davanti alle televisioni. ed un pensiero le passa per la testa "forse la vita non è stata tutta persa,forse qualcosa "s'è salvato"!forse davvero!...non è statopoi tutto sbagliato…forse era giusto così!?!".... forse ma forse ma si.... cosa vuoi che ti dica io senti che bel rumore

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel when I need your hand
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Jan Wayne's gonna move yaaaaaaa

Have I a doubt, when I'm alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel, under your command
Take my hand, and the sun resets
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Prima parte:
Daltonici, presbiti, mendicanti di vista
il mercante di luce, il vostro oculista,
ora vuole soltanto clienti speciali
che non sanno che farne di occhi normali.

Non più ottico ma spacciatore di lenti
per improvvisare occhi contenti,
perché le pupille abituate a copiare
inventino i mondi sui quali guardare.
Seguite con me questi occhi sognare,
fuggire dall'orbita e non voler ritornare.

Seconda parte:
Primo cliente - Vedo che salgo a rubare il sole
per non aver più notti,
perché non cada in reti di tramonto,
l'ho chiuso nei miei occhi,
e chi avrà freddo
lungo il mio sguardo si dovrà scaldare.

Secondo cliente - Vedo i fiumi dentro le mie vene,
cercano il loro mare,
rompono gli argini,
trovano cieli da fotografare.
Sangue che scorre senza fantasia
porta tumori di malinconia.

Terzo cliente - Vedo gendarmi pascolare
donne chine sulla rugiada,
rosse le lingue al polline dei fiori
ma dov'è l'ape regina?
Forse è volata ai nidi dell'aurora,
forse volata, forse più non vola.

Quarto cliente - Vedo gli amici ancora sulla strada,
loro non hanno fretta,
rubano ancora al sonno l'allegria
all'alba un po' di notte:
e poi la luce, luce che trasforma
il mondo in un giocattolo.

Faremo gli occhiali così!
Faremo gli occhiali così!