He brought the war home with him Still got sand in his boots He's wrestling with the demons in the cold, hard truth As some may write about him, he came back different Something in his eyes said he'd seen too much Something in his legs said he'd had enough Heroes, everybody needs heroes Even heroes need a little help Heroes can't always be heroes Who's gonna save the hero from himself? Got a picture from Baghdad of him and his buddies And his horsing around, getting ready One by one, he watched 'em die Just scared kids, and he don't know why He's the only one to make it out alive Heroes, everybody needs heroes Even heroes need a little help Heroes can't always be heroes Who's gonna save the hero from himself? Ten thousand clicks away in his head He can smell the smoke, he could smell the dead Silver Star and a pistol in a drawer Morphine just ain't working no more Heroes, everybody needs heroes Even heroes need a little help Heroes can't always be heroes Who's gonna save the hero from himself?