Even Heroes Die - Paul Thorn

Midnight at Graceland in '72

Shooting TVs with groupies in the Jungle Room

A little fame and fortune was all he had left

They dug his grave by the kitchen door

And millions of blue-haired ladies took the guided tour

His Chinese fan club came over on a boat

And took pictures at his birthplace in Tupelo

Some disappear, they drop out of sight

Some stay too long and get crucified

Whoa this world ain’t no place to be

When you’re larger than life, ohhh even heroes die

Over on the poor side of Birmingham

He was preaching on the corner but nobody gave a damn

Except a couple hookers and a homeless man

A dozen losers Were his best friends

At the church across the street, they were raising hell

They said if he is a man of God, why do his old clothes smell

They ran him out of town for disturbing the peace

He died on a shelter cot in his sleep

Some disappear, they drop out of sight

Some stay too long and get crucified

Whoa this world ain’t no place to be

When you’re larger than life, ohhh even heroes die

Whoa, even heroes die

Whoa, even heroes die