Tell me what do you see with television mentality
Alexander the Great? Maybe Fyodor Dostoyevsky?
I'm going back to my cell
I'm sorry I'm neither of those
And the tension begins to grow
A new kind of hero
A new kind of hero

You decided at once what I could or should be made into
Do you mean what you say?
Is that merely the way your lips move?
I'm going back to my cell
Sick of the insults you throw
As the visions begin to grow
A new kind of hero
A new kind of hero

You said we'd laugh and talk on the weekend
And maybe throw an image upon the bed
For you to find a new kind of hero
The light of your mind on something wide and empty

You can follow me down
I'll go and chase my own reflection
But I'll be watching you lie
From a thousand miles in any direction
I'm going back to my cell
If any kind of hero will do
I will borrow one and send him to you
New kind of hero
New kind of hero