Automatic Cowboy Songtext
von The Screaming Jets

Sister Tourniquet with a chart to
Fill, Doctor Buller comes out to play
Automatic cowboy, blackfoot edge, you will make a lot today
It′s gonna break you and then they make you eat every word you say
An eye for an eye, a smile into a sigh, it's a one dram runaway

We′re droppin' away, left to craze here.

There's nothing left to sell, I don′t remember it all
That′s what I meant to say, yeah


Inhale at first liquorish gasoline, gravity is setting in
A throwback by the head, one arm gone,
Taste the spit from a sweet tooth grin
They don't like you,
Knowing what to fight you, make you a shiny new thing
As the life drains out through the hole
In your head, stand deliverance, pay for it

Suck in the vaccine, crazy.

There′s nothing left to sell, I don't remember it all
That′s what I meant to say
I had a masterplan, this cold shaking hand is gonna give me away
Give me away

This cold shaking hand.

Wow... Starting a backbeat, crazy.

There's nothing left to sell, I can′t remember it all
That's what I got to say
Well I had a masterplan,
But this cold shaking hand is gonna give me away, yeah
So there goes the masterplan,
'Cause that cold lifeless hand is gonna give me away