Lyrics
it was easy, to be bold, in his slipstream, transformed, from hand me down, tag along, to brother, cuban missiles, 90 miles, 13 days, apocalypse with style, in his slipstream, annihilation, was a firefly, clipped in the headlights, of a joy ride, buy an election, get the girl, while the girls are gone, have more than one, in his slipstream, cap a mobster, have a bombshell, moan happy birthday, and the earth of his grave, has the scent of hubris, that weighs, on your conscience, out of his slipstream, there is no shelter, fixed, dilated as, a starlet's eyes, out of the slipstream, her dream provides, the future murdered, with cameras rolling, a moment caught in time, that was not caught in time, trapped in the fallout, of the storm, that irish eyes, couldn't charm, head in the mouth, of the cold war tiger, you had by the tail, in the kitchen, of a hotel, in california, you as well, like your brother, in your wife's arms, bullet behind your eyes, and it is easy, to be bold, into starlight, transformed. "in my slipstream, tag along, brother."
Song details
Artist: cowboy junkies