Frank Black – Western Star Lyrics  Share

From Frank Black's album: Pistolero

Sun she burns mean and big
I think I^,ll go to Cafe Noir
Big screen turns me on
I^,m gonna be a 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?
And I said now
How hard can it be?

She^,s so sentimental
She^,s got my pictures 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?
[ Western Star lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/f/frank-black/western-star/ ]
And 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 shakin^, 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?
And I said now
How hard can it be? [x2]

How hard can it be ?

Dancing to the new bolero (x4)
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