Even Heroes Die Songtext
von Paul Thorn

Midnight at Graceland in ′72
Shooting TVs with groupies in the Jungle Room
A little fame and fortune was all he had left

They dug his grave by the kitchen door
And millions of blue-haired ladies took the guided tour
His Chinese fan club came over on a boat
And took pictures at his birthplace in Tupelo

Some disappear, they drop out of sight
Some stay too long and get crucified
Whoa this world ain't no place to be
When you′re larger than life, ohhh even heroes die


Over on the poor side of Birmingham
He was preaching on the corner but nobody gave a damn
Except a couple hookers and a homeless man
A dozen losers Were his best friends

At the church across the street, they were raising hell
They said if he is a man of God, why do his old clothes smell
They ran him out of town for disturbing the peace
He died on a shelter cot in his sleep

Some disappear, they drop out of sight
Some stay too long and get crucified
Whoa this world ain't no place to be
When you're larger than life, ohhh even heroes die

Whoa, even heroes die
Whoa, even heroes die