Why should you be the one to go out on the edge Do you really want to be another dead hero? Why should you be the one to go out on the edge Do you really want to be another dead hero? People have expectations of a man in your position They want you to carry some torch into the public view Voyeurs of this world ignoring your beautiful words Say they want you to survive But they demand this madness of you Why should you be the one to go out on the edge Do you really want to be another dead hero? I love your music and I love your songs I love the wild things in your head I want you here with us Helping us to stick this mad place But for so many years now this habit's been forming And so many others have failed You made friends with that devil Now he feels a little kinder to face Why should you be the one to go out on the edge Do you really want to be another dead hero? I think of the young ones who make their way home Through the night after one of your shows Their lives a little richer For having been touched by you They dance and they sweat and they call out your name The excitement just belts out and flows You've been singing your guts out Is that not enough to do? Why should you be the one to go out on the edge Do you really want to be another dead hero?