Lyrics

[Verse 1] Once I made a fortune But I wouldn't play their stupid games With these orders to the holy land And a silver pistol to blow my brains [Verse 2] I became a drifter Blown by wind and froze by rain Even talking to the JBL The things I hear don't sound the same [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Sultry Señorita Strums an out of tune guitar Only waiting for the morning But she leaves town in a brand new car [Verse 4] Yea, but even so Soon comes a hassle with the CID Stop whatever you're doing now And here's your problem - 1,2,3 [Bridge] One, two, three, four It's bound to be said Seven by five It's one hell of a fall You may think you've got something together But that shitty city wind will come and wreck it all, all, all, all [Instrumental] [Verse 5] Now your man, he don't feel good He can't stop thinking that his life has changed Living down on the Avenue With a silver pistol to blow his brains It's gonna get ya'