Testo: Brian Mcfadden. Irish Son. He's No Hero.

It?s another 6 a.m. as he stumbles in again
And my mother cries don?t wake the children
Through the tears I can hear him say
Didn?t have much luck today
But he really knows he just threw it away

He finds the answers at the bottom of a bottle
And his life is always fully on the throttle
And he?s slowly turning out just like his father
And he knows

That he?s no hero but he?s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he?s no hero but he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming another you

Daddy couldn?t save himself, no one ever cared to help
And he looked at me as what he could have been
Now I know what I?ve got to be
Everything to make him proud of me
With my second chance that he never had

'Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle
And he?s never gonna be who he oughta
And he?s just a living image of his father
And he knows

That he?s no hero but he?s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he?s no hero but he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming another you

The dead end road on which I?m runnin?
It?s like he already knew
He lived the pain that would be comin?
And I?m proud to say that he is my father
And it?s okay

That he?s no hero but he?s doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he?s no hero but he made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming

Stopped me from becoming
Stopped me from becoming another you
Another you, another you, another you
Another you, another you, another you
Another you, another you, another you