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  1. Pistolero

From the album Heading Back To You

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Lyrics

They’re saying that Daddy got caught on the radio
When I thought he could be miles away
Money under the bed and a stain on the sheets
But in the streets, Pappa’s not afraid

And Mother’s got her reasons to forget
Her mortgaged pledge and a payment for a
Brunette girl in his arms, while she’s sweating in the heat
When outside it’s forty-one degrees
With a tear in her eyes ‘cause she can’t get custody
And everyone’s ten cents worth could make for the drudgery

Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you messing up the family tree
Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs

Well, brother Lazaro’s a moron, just-a-hanging on the fence
With a two dollar kitchen knife and bravado innocence
That’s what you get when you steal from your mother’s purse
From hood to heel, but it could be worse

Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs
Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you think what the family…

Needs…you’re just a parody of yourself
But you’ve been thinking of
Ways of grafting commitment and whim
From your children’s skin

Roll up, roll up, roll up and let’s get loaded
If I was born today, I would have been aborted
Fancy meeting Dad in the can like this
But I’m too peeved to reminisce

Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs
Pistolero, don’t talk to me
Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs
What the family needs

© 2002 Victor Stranges