Skint Eastwood

Rides into town on his Bike a sound follows The pedal creak bust West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood Rides on his own Tinny for the road, he's like An offy bandit Won't pay but, he'll have it Rides into town on his Bike a sound follows The pedal creak bust West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood Moves up the hill Sees a city still, he's a Ranger in all black Snapback for a cowboy hat Low as the light That boy will ride through Loners don't lie That boy will ride soon Rides into town on his Bike a sound follows The pedal creak bust West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood Smokes in the night Blows a ring, the light ripples Billy the kid's fears Watch them as they disappear Hates when he's home he don't Like it at all no his Parents have a fall out, he Feels at fault somehow Hates how he feels stuck Ya feeling lucky punk? Pressure in his head space Has stopped him thinking straight Low as the light That boy will ride through Loners don't lie That boy will ride soon Low as the light That boy will ride through Loners don't lie That boy will ride soon But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy Rides into town on his Bike a sound follows The pedal creak bust West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood