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



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That perfect stranger, stand in line

IF you deserve him, stand in line



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