Wes and I go to the Astro Lounge
And have a few on break.
But there's a guy there he owed money to,
And the guys sees him too,
But it's too late to leave.
Broken, blown, lost and blue.
Wes and the guy, they go outside
To talk it out.
When I finally go out to the lot,
Wes's car is gone.
And he's sitting on the curb,
His face bloody, his right hand broken.
"What am I gonna?" he asked,
"This time what am I gonna do?"
Writer(s): Dave Harding, Willy Vlautin, Sean Oldham
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