Pretend Friends - Bishopston Cowboy Lyrics

He took off, on the wind
Like hell itself was chasing him
And rode like lightening
It all came down to he or them
Who drew quicker won the game
And they fell silently
Ooooooooo his face is on the poster
Ooooooooo the very thing he wanted
Down well-lit roads and tidy bars
This middle-class suburbia
Became his nightmare
Another place another town
May-be this would not have gone down
He whispers quietly
Ooooooooo his face is on the poster
Ooooooooo the very thing he wanted
Infamy, infamy, Infamy, infamy
He hunkers down, inspects the loot
That Co-Op didn't know what to do
As he fled the scene
So now it's done, the trigger pulled
Past stone-faced houses he has crawled
Was it worth a bean
Oooooo his face is on the poster
Oooooo the very thing he wanted
Infamy, Infamy, Infamy, Infamy
There's not enough edge to this place
This had to be the only way
The judge nods quietly
So 30 years and no parole
The people wanted 40 more
What a legacy
Oooooo, his face is on the poster
Oooooo it's the very thing he wanted
Infamy, Infamy, Infamy, Infamy
In times of apathy we must
Look to those who give a f*ck
You need to sometimes live vicariously
The cowboy in us wouldn't budge
They'd say f*ck it all, you only live once
A consequence of his society
And if you've ever been to Bristol
And gone up the Gloucester Road
You come to a pub called The Golden Lion
Right next door there's a category A prison
And that's where he is
And if you listen carefully
You can still hear him rattling his mug on the bars
While the people of Bishopston go about their day
Unbeknownst to them, that's where he'll stay