A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
 Were smoking out along the open road
 The night was very dark and thick between them
 Each man beneath his ordinary load
 "I'd like to tell my story"
 Said one of them so young and bold
 "I'd like to tell my story
 Before I turn into gold"
 But no one really could hear him
 The night so dark and thick and green
 Well, I guess that these heroes must always live there
 Where you and I have only been
 Put out your cigarette, my love
 You've been alone too long
 And some of us are very hungry now
 To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong
 I sing this for the crickets
 I sing this for the army
 I sing this for your children
 And for all who do not need me
 "And I'd like to tell my story"
 Said one of them so bold
 "Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
 'Cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold"