Well, I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell
Manic, seeing static, in a panic as well
I'm gonna give myself a heart attack
But the doctor says “you're much too young for that”
I'm gonna give myself a heart attack
But the doctor says “you're much too young”

But my hero was much younger than I
When my hero was immortalized
On magnetic tape and digital sound waves

There's no grave for the soul
No vinyl coffin made of gold

You're made of gold! (x7)

I never cared for the radio
They don't play him, they don't know
My hero lives on video
My hero lives on video
You can watch him move as he grooves by frame
In a mess of curls as the girls scream his name
(Spencer Bell!)

He was the lyricist, the mad scientist
An architect of quick wit
The best to smoke and drink with
The best to joke and think with
He was one of the lost
He was the first to be found
We'll keep playing his songs to give us comfort and keep us proud
To have known this body whose soul is still so loud

My hero lives on video (x8)

Well, I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell
Manic, seeing static, in a panic as well
I'm gonna give myself a heart attack
But the doctor says “you're much too young for that”


Lyrics submitted by pennilux

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