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 saloonThe 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
