Текст песни Frank Black - Western Star
Frank Black - Western Star слова песни
Sun she burns mean and big I think Ill go to cafe noirBig screen turns me on Im gonna be your western starHow hard can it be? I get my freon bingo inside your cool soft sarongRolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampongHow hard can it be? How hard can it be when youre a western star? Shining and free dont you know that a star burns best? How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be? Shes so sentimental shes got my picture in her headThe tool-man is in her dreamsI was lifted when she said how hard can it be? And now hes headed skyward standing up on piles of plywoodAnd all he thinks about is how he looks like heroes-period bowieAnd his figure blocks the lightAnd he takes away the nightAnd hes dancing to the new boleroYou soy un pistolero Im not shakin in my bootsIm ruler of this moon boy so if you move I shootsHow hard can it be?