Romeo Is Bleeding Songtext
von Tom Waits
Romeo Is Bleeding Songtext
Romeo is bleeding
Not so as you′d notice
He's over on 18th Street, as usual
Lookin′ so hard against the hood of his car
Puttin' out a cigarette in his hand
For all the pachucos at the pumps
At Romero's Paint and Body
They all seein′ how far they can spit
Well it was just another night
Now they′re huddled in the brake lights of a '58 Bel-Air
And listenin′ to how Romeo killed a sheriff with his knife
And they all jump when they hear the sirens
But Romeo just laughs
'Cause all the racket in the world ain′t never gonna
Save that copper's ass
He ain′t never gonna see another
Summertime for gunnin' down my brother
And leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife
Romeo says, "Hey man gimme a cigarette"
And they all reach for their pack
Frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back
He throws bottle at a milk truck
And as it breaks he grabs his nuts
They all know they could be just like Romeo
If they only had the guts
Romeo is bleeding
But nobody can tell
He sings along with the radio
With a bullet in his chest
And he combs back his fenders
And they all agree it′s clear
That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here
Romeo is bleeding
He winces now and then
He leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
Someone′s crying in the 5 point
In the phone booth by the store
Romeo starts his engines
And wipes the blood off the door
And he brodies through the signal
With the radio full blast
Leavin' the boys there hikin′ up their chinos
And they all try to stand like Romeo
With the moon cut like a sickle
And they're talkin′ now in Spanish all about their hero
Romeo is bleeding
And gives the man his ticket
He climbs the balcony at the movies
He'll die without a wimper
Like every hero′s dream
Like an angel with a bullet
And Cagney on the screen
Romeo is bleeding
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding
Andele pues
Hey pachuco!
Hey pachuco!
Hago la lucha!
Dáme esa pistola, hombre!
Hijo de la chingada madre!
Ay, que pinche pancho!
Hey man
Hago la lucha, hombre!
Hago la lucha
Vamos a dormir, hombre!
Hey man
Not so as you′d notice
He's over on 18th Street, as usual
Lookin′ so hard against the hood of his car
Puttin' out a cigarette in his hand
For all the pachucos at the pumps
At Romero's Paint and Body
They all seein′ how far they can spit
Well it was just another night
Now they′re huddled in the brake lights of a '58 Bel-Air
And listenin′ to how Romeo killed a sheriff with his knife
And they all jump when they hear the sirens
But Romeo just laughs
'Cause all the racket in the world ain′t never gonna
Save that copper's ass
He ain′t never gonna see another
Summertime for gunnin' down my brother
And leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife
Romeo says, "Hey man gimme a cigarette"
And they all reach for their pack
Frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back
He throws bottle at a milk truck
And as it breaks he grabs his nuts
They all know they could be just like Romeo
If they only had the guts
Romeo is bleeding
But nobody can tell
He sings along with the radio
With a bullet in his chest
And he combs back his fenders
And they all agree it′s clear
That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here
Romeo is bleeding
He winces now and then
He leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
Someone′s crying in the 5 point
In the phone booth by the store
Romeo starts his engines
And wipes the blood off the door
And he brodies through the signal
With the radio full blast
Leavin' the boys there hikin′ up their chinos
And they all try to stand like Romeo
With the moon cut like a sickle
And they're talkin′ now in Spanish all about their hero
Romeo is bleeding
And gives the man his ticket
He climbs the balcony at the movies
He'll die without a wimper
Like every hero′s dream
Like an angel with a bullet
And Cagney on the screen
Romeo is bleeding
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding, hey man
Romeo is bleeding
Andele pues
Hey pachuco!
Hey pachuco!
Hago la lucha!
Dáme esa pistola, hombre!
Hijo de la chingada madre!
Ay, que pinche pancho!
Hey man
Hago la lucha, hombre!
Hago la lucha
Vamos a dormir, hombre!
Hey man
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com