Song Length |
4:14 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
FRED WILSON
IN WALKED ZED
Lyrics - Jason G.
Music - Fred Wilson
I've got a
Glider on the roof made of bed posts and sheets,
Got a map of the swamp with a fishin boat to meet.
I'm climin up out of the old smoke stack,
If you rat me to the bulls you'll find a shiv in your back.
I've got a bus-stop locker out in Spokane,
With the keys to a Lincoln and fifty grand.
Where the big stars shine in the hollywood hills,
I'll light my cigarettes with hundred dollar bills.
In walks Zed with a bottle,
In walks Zed with a lie,
In walks Zed with a pistol,
And a tattoo tear in his eye.
Same old face with a few new scars,
Noises comin from the trunk of his car.
Thought he was a gonner, figured him for dead.
Sunday mornin in walks Zed.
Got a score to settle out near Rio Grande,
With a lone star sheriff and a pistol in my hand.
Sent my brother to the grave sent me to the joint,
I got six lead friends to make my point.
Did the waitress of the diner in the bathroom stall,
Stole the money from her tips for a telephone call.
Twenty three hours is all I need, to see the LA sun bowing down to me.
In walks Zed with a bottle,
In walks Zed with a lie,
In walks Zed with a pistol,
And a tattoo tear in his eye.
Same old face with a few new scars,
Noises comin from the trunk of his car.
Thought he was a gonner, figured him for dead.
Sunday mornin in walks Zed.
In walks Zed with a smile from the devil,
A pistol in his pocket and a bottle of rye.
A powder-blue suit and a tiny silver locket,
And a tattoo tear in the corner of his eye.
Same old face with a few new scars,
Noises comin from the trunk of his car,
Thought he was a gonner, figured him for dead.
In walks Zed with a bottle,
In walks Zed with a lie,
In walks Zed with a pistol,
And a tattoo tear in his eye.
Same old face with a few new scars,
Noises comin from the trunk of his car.
Thought he was a gonner, figured him for dead, Hell!
Sunday mornin in walks Zed.
Same old face with a few new scars,
Noises comin from the trunk of his car.
Thought he was a gonner, figured him for dead, Hell!
Sunday mornin in walks Zed.