Lyrics
What of my pride?
Always on the line
I walk with my head down
I'm walking through time
What of the hero?
Called me to arms today
But in the evening the hero
is busy in the glow
With a hungry mouth full of cigarettes
With a click, click here
and a puff, puff there
What of my pride?
Always on the line
It's not stubborn, or selfish, or foolish
It's misplaced
What of the electric jolt today?
When in the evening it just evaporates away
With a head full of might-have-beens
With a wake, wake here
and a sleep, sleep there
