Frank Black - Western Star Lyrics
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Sun, she burns mean and big, I think Iâll go to Cafe Noir
Big screen turns me on, Iâm gonna be your western star
How hard can it be? I get my freon bingo
Inside your cool and soft sarong
Rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong
How hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youâre a western star shining and free?
Donât you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?
Sheâs so sentimental, sheâs got my picture in her head
The tool man is in her dreams, I was lifted when she said
How hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youâre a western star, shining and free?
Donât you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?
Now heâs headed skyward, standing up on piles of plywood
And all he thinks about is how he looks like Heroes-period Bowie
And his figure blocks the light and he takes away the night
And heâs dancing to the new bolero
You soy un pistolero, Iâm not shakinâ in my boots
Iâm ruler of this moon, boy, so if you move I shoot
How hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youâre a western star shining and free?
Donât you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?
How hard can it be
When youâre a western star, shining and free?
Donât you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?
How hard can it be?
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero