VERSE 1
My heroes sip champagne from a sunken tub
Their sins can’t be scrubbed with bubbly-bubs
Put dark lords in boxes, I’ll give you my balls
Shoot a few foxes, you gave me The Wall
Slag off on the trans, you gave me an edge
Grab a chick’s cans, you pulled me off the ledge
Get away with murder, you gave me new life
Shame those who eat burgers, you parasocial wife
CHORUS
My heroes are assholes
It’s not worth the hassle
To get me an autograph
My heroes are bitches
They get left in stitches
Look in the mirror and laugh
I miss the days of naivety
I miss the days of naivety
VERSE 2
My heroes are older, now they’ve grown colder
Their hatred of young people only gets bolder
No consequences when they kick down defenses
Only Law & Order for those with poverty expenses
To all the foot soldiers, it’s called Cancel Culture
A dog whistle for the machinegun holders
There will be no justice, social or otherwise
Just another day of twisting the butterfly knife
CHORUS
My heroes are assholes
It’s not worth the hassle
To get me an autograph
My heroes are bitches
They get left in stitches
Look in the mirror and laugh
I miss the days of naivety
I miss the days of naivety
BRIDGE
There’s only one hero I can truly rely on
Me, myself, and I, it’s the hill I’ll die on
Others paved the way when I was a boy
I walk that road as a man without joy
FINAL LINES
I miss the days of naivety
I miss the days of naivety
