Western Star

(الألبوم: Pistolero - 1999)

Sun she burns mean and big, I think I'll go to Café Noir
Big screen turns me on, I'm 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 you're a Western star?
Shining and free
Don't you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
I said, now, how hard can it be?

She's so sentimental, she's got my picture in her head
The tool-man is in her dreams
I was lifted when she said, how hard can it be?
How hard can it be when you're a Western star?
Shining and free
Don't you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
I said, now, how hard can it be?

Now he's 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 he's dancing to the new bolero
"Yo soy un pistolero"
I'm not shaking in my boots
I'm ruler of this moon, boy
So if you move I shoots

How hard can it be?
How hard can it be when you're a Western star?
Shining and free
Don't you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
I said, now, how hard can it be?

How hard can it be when you're a Western star?
Shining and free
Don't you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
I said, now, how hard can it be?

How hard can it be?

Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero