They called him crazy on the streets, young and angry, one bad seed
He wore the colors of his call, he'd be the baddest of them all

Shoot out came down in a police raid
By a Smith & Wesson .38 at 17 he met his fate

Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?

He had a lady, now she cries alone
It would come to this, she's always known
She remembers how he used to say, there ain't no future anyway

Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Of another boy who lives to die

Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?

And so the story lives on of how his glory was won
And no lesson ever learned of the tragedies to come

Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
Of another boy who lives to die

Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): JAN KUEHNEMUND, RALPH WILLIAM CARTER, ROXY PETRUCCI