Song Lyrics

Don Walker / Phil Small / Ian Moss

It was never ever easy
Going inside her mind
Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain

It was never ever easy
Looking deep in her eyes
There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again

Gay pistoleros
Drinking and fighting
Playing guitars
And pissing all over the lawn

Lusty senoras
Kicking and biting
Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn

It was never ever easy
I used to crawl out of bed
Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head

It was never ever easy
You can take it from me
That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be

Lonely conchitas
Slamming tequilas
Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls

Black-eyed bandidos
Firing their pistols
Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all

It was never ever easy
It used to fill me with dread
Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head

Ian Moss / Matt Scullion

We’ve been dancing around this feeling
Tip tiptoeing around that word
It’s so easy to say but God dammit
Nobody wanna say it first
Nobody wanna say it first

How high is the moon tonight
It ain’t too high to shoot
You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running
Right here on the end of my boot
Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt
So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you ’til I make you tilt
Shake you ’til I make you tilt

Don’t you think it’s time
I know what’s on your mind
Way down south we can get a little liquor
Way down south where the air gets thicker
Come on baby now
Here’s the kicker
Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger

Cock the hammer and hammer the lock
You’re looking pretty cute
In your little white frock with your
All night boots ridin’ up your thighs
What you got in your clip
Can only fantasise
Spin that chamber and fire
An’ hope to fuck I get out alive

Don’t you think it’s time
You know what’s on my mind
Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin’ bigger
Down that rye, suck on that jigger
Eye to eye, together I figure
Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it
Pull the trigger

Don Walker

We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day
Following a heart already gone
I can hear your conversation turning inward and away
We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone

I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue
Take the loss and never let it show
You think your destination is waiting just for you
But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go

Chorus

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
No matter what they told ya
No matter what they told ya
It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
I know that won’t hold you here
I know that won’t hold you

I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible
The way tomorrow has to happen now
I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible
But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how

I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines
Cashing in their only ticket home
Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines
To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris….

We both know you’ll flying out alone
Riding on a ticket no return
I love you and I’ll pray for you out here on the edge I’ll burn
A candle every day until the day you get to learn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris….

Don Walker

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

There’s a big black van in upper Kellett Street
Men in body armour moving softly on their feet
The whisper is the shotguns are staked out in pursuit
Of a man in a room above a house of ill-repute

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired
Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired
The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand
Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again

I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions

They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

Don Walker

It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes

The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across,
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savoring the call to maybe this time,
Make it permanent

I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon

Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes,
Shining back like scimitars,
Across the night at me

Well it’s four am, who knows how far
My rope’d run if I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are

In my mind I see that final town
Outta cash, axles in the ground
Lying in a hostel bed
No-one there to hold my head
Some internal organ breakin’ down

I can feel the midnight fading, all desires
Are out there with you singing in the wires
I wonder when the corner shop is open,
If the wind’ll drop before the dawn,
And frost up all the tires

It’s four in the morning, what can I do
A Don Alejandros should see me through
The hard reality is this
I got woken with a kiss
Once upon a time, one night with you