Cheap Spaghetti Western Lyrics

It's a cheap spaghetti western and it hasn't rained for years

The dust bowl's overflowing and the soup bowl's chilling beers

A ceiling fan is squeaking from above in this saloon

The sunlight is escaping from this silent afternoon

A broken man is sweeping last night's feelings from the floor

While I'm working on a bottle with one eye on the door

I've just about convinced myself that no one really cares

When a girl named Angelina comes walking down the stairs

Her body like an altar where a thousand men have bowed

Scented light with poison her eyes alone but proud

She sits herself beside me saying

Are we having fun?

I feel like I am staring down the barrel of a gun

It's a cheap spaghetti western and we're standing in the church

Flowers don the altar the raven leaves his perch

I in my tuxedo Angelina in her gown

The organist is weeping the choir is sitting down

The preacher says

The ring please

And I slide it into place

I never will forget the way the sunlight hit her face

As it filtered through the stained glass in shades of red and green

I can't describe the feeling it's somewhere in between

A child on Christmas morning and a convict on death row

A rag man drawing circles and a blind man at a show

So many dreams to share with her I'm sure that she's the one

But I feel like I am staring down the barrel of a gun

It's a cheap spaghetti western and I'm kneeling by the fire

Angelina in a nightgown preparing to retire

I sing another lullaby our child is fast asleep

The snow outside is glistening there's moonlight on her cheek

Angelina puts the lamp out and she nestles by my side

Her breath is warm and willing she takes me for a ride

Through lilac scented gardens of passion and desire

I milk her subtle kisses and we never seem to tire

We fall asleep believing that life is now complete

Wrapped in woolen blankets and a light blue flannel sheet

But morning breaks there are bills to pay I'm laughed at by the sun

And I feel like I am staring down the barrel of a gun

It's a cheap spaghetti western I've had one too many beers

Me and Angelina haven't touched in several years

She's working for a publisher I'm selling dirty books

She's hanging out with ceepeeays I'm dating female cooks

Our love is like a bonsai tree stunted growth from birth

I'm not sure why we did it I'm not sure what it's worth

She calls me on the phone sometimes we talk the whole damn night

I'll never understand why something so good isn't right

She promises to see me soon I promise her to wait

She's still a country angel but I tend to overstate

The guilt is overwhelming and my conscience weighs a ton

And I still feel like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun

It's a cheap spaghetti western and the theater is dark

The popcorn tastes like cardboard buttered salted bland and stark

The ushers and their flashlights walk like preachers down the aisle

It's obvious to everyone that it's gonna take awhile

It's cold enough to freeze me and I'm falling out of space

On the screen they're shooting lawmen in my heart I'm losing face

It's funny how a person isn't quite the way they seem

When you see them in the movies or love them in a dream

I remember Angelina like the summers of my youth

Freedom and contentment simple love and words of truth

There's a knot inside my stomach that still needs to be undone

I still feel like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun

It's a cheap spaghetti western and it hasn't rained for years

The dust bowl's overflowing and the soup bowl's chilling beers

A ceiling fan is squeaking from above in this saloon

The sunlight is escaping from this silent afternoon

A broken man is sweeping last night's feelings from the floor

While I'm working on a bottle with one eye on the door

I've just about convinced myself that no one really cares

When a girl named Angelina comes walking down the stairs

Her body like an altar where a thousand men have bowed

Scented light with poison her eyes alone but proud

She sits herself beside me saying

Are we having fun?

I feel like I am staring down the barrel of a gun