Motorcade

My politician in his blue stripe

Let the big man out again tonight

I heard some blonde bombshell

From Brentwood has been smoking on his pipe

He's tall, smart, and handsome

Shaking hands with fancy friends

And I'm just along for the ride

As if I'm like damn

Stand up for the man

The way he's ripping my heart out and I'm running right back to him

I said, damn

Stand up for this man

I should've died with you, babe, in that motorcade

Wishing I could've paid

The hitman

I don't feel the ground below my feet

Scrub the bloodstains off my tweed

I try to smile while they put you down in history

Drowning in a quart of whiskey

I could never let you miss me

I'm alone inside this haunted house

They're taking all your pictures down

Stand up for the man

The way he's ripping my heart out and I'm running right back to him

I said, damn

Stand up for this man

I should've died with you, babe, in that motorcade

Wishing I could've paid

The hitman

Hey, life's a bitch, man

Without your best friend

Ain't life a bitch, man?

Without your best friend

Wish that I could've paid

The hitman