Standing like a statue waiting
for the train
In front of the
cigarette vendor
Slicking back his hair
looking at the machine
Reflecting like a mirror
Pulling up his collar
to avoid the breeze
Of the oncoming bullet
Taking inventory of the
things he needs
He’s checking out his wallet
Standing before our eyes
straight and tall
Here comes your hero
stand in line
Straight as an arrow
stand in line
The mother’s son
as perfect as his pompadour
A Spanish American lover
Heading from the East
into West LA
He has to dance La Bamba
So sophisticated is the
French cologne
He borrowed from his father
Just another pistol
waiting for someone
To come and pull the trigger
So let his bullet
fly through the air
He’ll take you home
stand in line
If you deserve him
stand in line
Here comes your hero
stand in line
Straight as an arrow
stand in line
Here comes your hero
stand in line
Straight as an arrow
stand in line
That perfect stranger
stand in line
IF you deserve him
stand in line
Here comes your hero
stand in line
Straight as an arrow
stand in line
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