Screaming Hand

When I was a young boy, I didn’t need much
A kind word or two, or a warm touch
But instead, I got a man
With an empty beer bottle and a screaming hand
You are my hero (x4)
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You are my hero (x4)
And you’re dying now
I tried my best, to still have fun
Cowboys and Indians, mudpies and cap-guns
But instead, I got a man
With an empty beer bottle and a screaming hand
You are my hero (x4)
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You are my hero (x4)
And you’re dying now
But that young boy, he’s older now
He thought life was simple, but he’s finding out
Just how hard things were, for this old man
With an empty beer bottle in his screaming hand