Тынасуши Янамори

Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gone? Where the street wide person leads to fight the right in us? Isn't there a white night upon the fiery sea? Late at night I touch and I turn and I dream of what I see. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fat and he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero till the morning's light.