Pas/Cal – I'd Bet My Life That You Bet Your Life lyrics
Was it 74
Was it summer or fall
Was it corduroy, linen or wool?
I don’t know
‘cause it felt both warm and cold
Was it the time that you hung out my car
And told the police who you thought that they were
“A bunch of fucking slave drivers”
If I remember your words right
Now, who do you think you are
Sleeping with a swastika
Under your pillow
And an electric guitar by your side
Oh Tony you were no…
Tragedy
You’re just a well worn story I can hear on any given night
On any TV, oh yeah
You were no mystery
You didn’t wanna be a martyr
And I know you are no hero
Every night, as I was told, you’d go and write
Some cryptic lines up and down the spines
Of your favorite books which include strange works
By Burroughs, Leary and Klein
And I was well assured
By someone who is known to never lie
You were a bona fide poet, yeah
And I would bet my life
That you bet your life
And you’ve blown it!
Oh Tony, you were no…
Tragedy
You’re just a well worn story I can read in any magazine
That would print such trash!