Giving Up the Hero - Zita Swoon

I’m giving up my trespass,

I think I’ll sit upon my roof

I think that’s

High enough for me to crawl

I think I don’t need any proof

I’m giving up the hero,

I think I’ll hand around

In this same old town,

I’ll put my money down

And I, I was in a movie

I was on the run

I been in everybody shoes

I had my fun

I’m getting of your turnpike

I think I need relief

The dirttrack that I trust in

Is good enough for me