Western Star Lyrics - Frank Black

Sun, she burns mean and big, I think Ill go to Cafe Noir 

Big screen turns me on, Im gonna be your western star 

How hard can it be? I get my freon bingo 

Inside your cool and soft sarong 

Rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong 

How hard can it be? How hard can it be 

When youre a western star shining and free? 

Dont you know that a star burns best? 

How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be? 

Shes so sentimental, shes 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 youre a western star, shining and free? 

Dont you know that a star burns best? 

How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be? 

Now hes 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 hes dancing to the new bolero 

You soy un pistolero, Im not shakin in my boots 

Im ruler of this moon, boy, so if you move I shoot 

How hard can it be? How hard can it be 

When youre a western star shining and free? 

Dont 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 youre a western star, shining and free? 

Dont 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