歌词：
Jukebox Heroes

home I'm slippin out into the twilight zone I'm on the edge of day * in a stolen moment two lovers meet Whisperin' promises they can't keep Across the bar jukebox

store your rust, Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust. Under the sands of the mighty Sahara, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero

on a Thursday As high as a kite And they call him the Human Jukebox He plays second-hand rock 'n' roll Yeah, they call him the Human Jukebox You know

William Carlos Williams was a pediatrician And Eliot worked in a bank. Time will tell if they were poets as well Or if they're just big books on the shelf But most of my heroes

We say noise is for heroes (heroes) Leave the music for zeroes (zeroes) Noise Noise Noise is for heroes (heroes) Oh yeah I'm down the pub and the time is one Hit the jukebox

crunk Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, Turn up your radio the song we play will blow the speakers don't stop whistlin' to let them know what they've been missing turn the jukebox

I'm slippin out into the twilight zone I'm on the edge of day (1) In a stolen moment two lovers meet Whisperin' promises they can't keep Across the bar jukebox

the human jukebox he plays second hand rock n roll they call him the human jukebox he's healing hearts with his soul. they call him the human jukebox

I'm slippin out into the twilight zone I'm on the edge of day (1) In a stolen moment two lovers meet Whisperin' promises they can't keep Across the bar jukebox