No More Heroes
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Sem Mais Heróis
[Refrão]
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais num mundo que não se importa
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Quando o chefe de estado não tocava guitarra,
Nem todo mundo tinha carro,
Quando a música realmente importava e o rádio era o rei,
Quando contadores não tinham controle
E a mídia não podia comprar sua alma
E os computadores ainda eram assustadores e a gente não sabia de tudo
[Refrão]
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais num mundo que não se importa
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Quando as estrelas pop ainda eram um mito
E a ignorância ainda podia ser uma bênção
E quando Deus salvou a Rainha, ela ficou mais pálida que nunca
Quando meus pais eram adolescentes
E a anarquia ainda era um sonho
E a única forma de se comunicar era uma carta pelo correio
[Refrão]
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais num mundo que não se importa
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Quando as lojas de discos ainda estavam no auge
E o vinil era tudo que eles tinham
E a super estrada da informação ainda flutuava no espaço
As crianças usavam roupas de segunda mão,
E brincar significava chutar bola
E os jogadores de futebol ainda tinham cabelo comprido e sujeira no rosto
[Refrão]
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais num mundo que não se importa
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo
Eu nasci tarde demais num mundo que não se importa
Oh, como eu queria ser um punk com flores no cabelo