We're the kind of guys who
Call a spade a digging implement
And know exactly how to play our instruments
With a mum who brings home just enough food
And a dad who cooks us breakfast
If we're good we don't have to chop any firewood

Swallow a soul
Give us a roll-up
Though we can afford our own no sweat

Take us back home cause
Your mum'll condone us
For our manners, speech and cool finesse

Tell yourself: we're not your heroes yet
But ever since we've met we've seen potential
In the clouds and voices praising from the crowds
Don't break down - we're not your heroes yet
But you can place a bet we'll make it big some day
And then the world will see itself our way

With a little bit of luck you'll see the enemy is grey
And you can beat it if you climb aboard our way
Does it matter where we went to school
Or how we play the fool
We break the rules in an entirely similar way

We all have fixations
We share our relations
Don't resign yourself to painting walls
We set it in motion
And all need devotion
Be there when the final curtain falls

Tell yourself: we're not your heroes yet
But ever since we've met we've seen potential
In the clouds and voices praising from the crowds
Don't break down - we're not your heroes yet
But you can place a bet we'll make it big some day
And then the world will see itself our way

Recorded version: Jones / Hudson / Taffler / Gross
Original song: Hudson

Lead vocals: Tranquilio The Sorcerer
Bass, backing vocals: The Enchanted Wanderer
Drums: Guthrug Throckmangler
Guitars, keys: Chris Jones