Blue heart, brave mind, bruised hands, red eyes

Blue hearts are beating all the time

I wanna talk about it, make a song and dance about it

Standing on the rooftop, shout about it

They're only made of flesh and blood

Men in grey suits, Italian leather boots

Back pockets full of cash, call it self-care tax

They're not paid enough, we don't say it enough

They're not paid enough

I'm not a hero, I never claimed to be

I just wanna go home, turn off the TV