He was a monster all along I guess that's why they say don't meet your heroes But where does a monster really come from? When no amount of rooting out Will keep us from making another one Power corrupts as power grows Maybe we should have no heroes So we look on the empty throne and think What would they see if it was me in that seat Most of us will never have to know What about my Hollywood? What about my fortune and fame? Fill the sky with shooting stars Just to watch them go down in flames Out of the stardust she is born Maybe she will be your hero She'll battle the monster, or so we're told When she's plucked from the crowd, and handed a crown We tell her that our hopes are with her now Send her off to Hollywood Let her fight in Washington Fill the sky with shooting stars We just lost another one Was she a monster all along? Maybe we should have no heroes