| Song | Another Hero |
| Artist | Vicious Crusade |
| Album | Freedom Comes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Forgive him father but he’s got to go. | |
| He needs to tell you something you should know. | |
| The time has come, he can no longer wait. | |
| His friends they need him on the barricades. | |
| Forgive him mother, but with all your love | |
| You cannot stop him, you won’t stop him now. | |
| The time has come and plans can’t be deranged. | |
| Forgive him mother, nothing can be changed. | |
| And his eyes were shining brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be forgiven and understood. | |
| So he left his home and off he went for good… | |
| And friends on barricades… They were not there. | |
| Somehow for something else they had to care. | |
| But left alone the kid refused to run – | |
| He learnt from books that all the brave die young. | |
| To be forgiven… To be understood… | |
| His friends, they said that soldiers wouldn’t shoot! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Force your way! Time is yours! | |
| Streets are calling! | |
| Triumph justifies the cost – | |
| Leave guns roaring! | |
| Ask the kid, young and brave, | |
| To be another hero to feed the grave. | |
| Doing all he can, he’ll die like real man | |
| For his true friends. | |
| And his eyes were shining | |
| brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. | |
| His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be | |
| forgiven and understood. | |
| [So he left his home and off…] | |
| Shoot ‘em! | |
| Chorus | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire!… | |
| And died like real man for his true friends. |
| Forgive him father but he' s got to go. | |
| He needs to tell you something you should know. | |
| The time has come, he can no longer wait. | |
| His friends they need him on the barricades. | |
| Forgive him mother, but with all your love | |
| You cannot stop him, you won' t stop him now. | |
| The time has come and plans can' t be deranged. | |
| Forgive him mother, nothing can be changed. | |
| And his eyes were shining brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be forgiven and understood. | |
| So he left his home and off he went for good | |
| And friends on barricades They were not there. | |
| Somehow for something else they had to care. | |
| But left alone the kid refused to run | |
| He learnt from books that all the brave die young. | |
| To be forgiven To be understood | |
| His friends, they said that soldiers wouldn' t shoot! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Force your way! Time is yours! | |
| Streets are calling! | |
| Triumph justifies the cost | |
| Leave guns roaring! | |
| Ask the kid, young and brave, | |
| To be another hero to feed the grave. | |
| Doing all he can, he' ll die like real man | |
| For his true friends. | |
| And his eyes were shining | |
| brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. | |
| His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be | |
| forgiven and understood. | |
| So he left his home and off | |
| Shoot ' em! | |
| Chorus | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! | |
| And died like real man for his true friends. |
| Forgive him father but he' s got to go. | |
| He needs to tell you something you should know. | |
| The time has come, he can no longer wait. | |
| His friends they need him on the barricades. | |
| Forgive him mother, but with all your love | |
| You cannot stop him, you won' t stop him now. | |
| The time has come and plans can' t be deranged. | |
| Forgive him mother, nothing can be changed. | |
| And his eyes were shining brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be forgiven and understood. | |
| So he left his home and off he went for good | |
| And friends on barricades They were not there. | |
| Somehow for something else they had to care. | |
| But left alone the kid refused to run | |
| He learnt from books that all the brave die young. | |
| To be forgiven To be understood | |
| His friends, they said that soldiers wouldn' t shoot! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Force your way! Time is yours! | |
| Streets are calling! | |
| Triumph justifies the cost | |
| Leave guns roaring! | |
| Ask the kid, young and brave, | |
| To be another hero to feed the grave. | |
| Doing all he can, he' ll die like real man | |
| For his true friends. | |
| And his eyes were shining | |
| brighter than a hundred suns. | |
| Life finally had sense. | |
| His life had just begun. | |
| All he wanted was to be | |
| forgiven and understood. | |
| So he left his home and off | |
| Shoot ' em! | |
| Chorus | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! | |
| Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! | |
| And died like real man for his true friends. |