He dances over there   On his own without a Thought   Without a Care   The music's moving his Muscles   Drink's moving his lips   Picks himself up when he slips   Is he having fun?   Or simply on a Trip      That Guy isn't my Hero   But he doesn't know his Head is Bleeding   As it drips onto the floor   His bodies here but his mind sure isn't   His body's beaking down   To the music blaring out   From this part of town   Bring me Down      Too many voice in my head   Stop me from doing the things I dread   There's too much Garage and alot less Punk   So I'll stick around   Dance to these sounds   So what if you stare   Do you think I care?      That Guy isn't my Hero!