Silver Pistol(Live) - Brinsley Schwarz

作曲：Nick Lowe

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

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

Sultry Senorita

Strums an out of tune guitar

Only waiting for the morning

But she leaves town in a brand new car

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

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 take it all

Hey 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