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 ha**le 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 sh**ty city wind will come and take it all
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