lama, lama - salvador lama let's drop the world your flowers low and quiet and go into a sky which others stroke forever more hero in paradise and be a hero in paradise a hero in paradise falls the sun runs over the waving hands of others and makes a chaos of shadow roots on the scalpel of Jesus something worth yelling i yelled, i yelled in sculptured plumes collect with a swoop and water he thought yonder good stop together into howling stoop even now to make a poem out - even NOW! and that's just too beautiful to disallow i can't keep rolling on like a hercules moth saving up a smile for? i can't keep rolling on but i'm afraid to stop a concrete boy for sure hero in paradise i'll be a hero in paradise there'll be needles in heaven for sure