The passion play has come and gone
The caravans have all moved on
But I'm still standing where they made the river sweet
Now Martin Luther's got his proof
The Mona Lisa's in the Louvre
But I'm still standing like a falcon on the Queen's
Green sleeve
I say heroes of Eros before you retreat
Tend to the swan that was dragged through the streets
Sing out your song and they'll dance on their seat
Heroes of Eros
We never got to say goodbye
Before the iron signs arrived
And now we ride beside the Duke of Aquitaine
Hegemold has lost her goat
Quasimodo's on the roast
They know the future of the passion is at stake
And it's now in flames
I say heroes of Eros before you exchange
What if the pain in your heart does remain
Through every break, metaphysical change?
Heroes of Eros
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Heroes of Eros
You never had to hunt for boar
You never faced the god of Thor
You've too much time upon your paws and on your plates
Now Willy Wonka's getting whipped
And Casanova's getting clipped
And Martin Luther's getting lipped on Jury Lane
Despite the plague
I say heroes of Eros before you embrace
Know that the glove can't be pierced or encased
And know that your love may appear carried away
Heroes of Eros
Heroes of Eros