Bouquets, Wreaths and Laurels

Lyrics
Steering clear of trouble He puts his best foot down To shake off his double A bar-stool-mounting clown With the finesse of Barney Rubble And a memory to drown In the city of angels With a halo of lights As the night comes down Classic rock on the radio A continent on the clock It's five years since the day That he last stood in the dock Now he's out on good behavior But "good behavior's" just a ruse He's heading into town And stepping on the juice The siren calls his name Blows the whistle on the game But he's pushing on thе pedals To deny some cop his mеdals Happy when he held the sand flag In his little hand A child's gift for his mother Making castles in the sand Now the only flag he's waving Is white and full of holes And the amnesty and pardon Burning in the coals Now all the cups from the prize fights And never won in school Are glittering in his headlights He's a king tonight and no fool With a loaded rifle He's heading into town With bouquets, wreathes and laurels It's either swim or drown With bouquets, wreathes and laurels It's either swim or drown With bouquets, wreathes and laurels It's either swim or drown
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Credits
- Writers
- David J