Finger On The Trigger (Vie, Frigo)
How many nights must I wonder,
And how many nights must I wait?
How many nights full of thunder,
And tell me how many man must I hate?
Putting one foot after the other
On a highway that never ends.
With a blues note comes from a guitar,
I jump back in the saddle again.
And I got my finger on the trigger,
I'll shoot the big one and blow you away.
I got my finger on the trigger,
I'll shoot the big one and blow you away.
Like a scene from an old western movie
Where they hang 'em by ropes from a tree.
The system has all been so groovy,
But not when it happens to me.
And I'm throwing one punch after another
On a prize fight that never ends.
With a blues note from Frigo's guitar,
I jump back in the saddle again.
Repeat Chorus.
Well how many times does it feel like
Life's just one big pile of bullshit?
And everybody seems to be out
For a little bit of everybody else's?
Well here's a little bit of advice,
Get yourself a big old .45,
And blow your troubles away!
