Western Star — текст песни (Frank Black)

Sun she burns mean and big I think Ill go to cafe noir

Big screen turns me on Im gonna be your western star

How hard can it be?

I get my freon bingo inside your cool soft sarong

Rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong

How 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 head

The tool-man is in her dreams

I was lifted when she said how hard can it be?

And now hes 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 hes dancing to the new bolero

You soy un pistolero Im not shakin in my boots

Im ruler of this moon boy so if you move I shoots

How hard can it be?