Four o'clock in the morning
And I can't sleep
Woke up cryin'tear drops rolling down my cheeks
Four o'clock in the morning
And there's nothing I can do
And its small consolation that
All of My Heroes Sang the Blues
On your marks get ready
It's time to do the show
Slap that smile on your face
And let your feelings go
And I just can't shake this
No matter what I choose
It defies negotiation that
All of My Heroes Sang the Blues
Up all night in backstage green rooms
Swapping love's sad tales
With street d** and cheap booze
And I've got to admit that I've done that one too
'cause when you feel like nothin'there ain't nothin' you can loose
Tell you a secret
Feel just like I'm going to die
The only trouble is
That I can't tell you why
So I called on the doctor
And said "Hey, doc what do I do?"
He said, "Save your reputation just say
All of your heroes sang. . ."
All of My Heroes Sang the Blues (repeat)