Bowlegged Rider – Schmoon
“With a taste of adventure and life uncertainty, “Schmoon” will travel you in the far west. Folk and Americana sound elements, flourish in an acoustic atmosphere, from where you cannot escape. The highly expressive vocals warn you, so ride your horse and be prepared for trouble, as the “Bowlegged Rider” lurks in the dark!”
-Nagamag.com
Lyrics of Schmoon – Bowlegged Rider
They call him the bowlegged rider
The six legged freak
The bowlegged rider c’mon
Don’t think he ever blinks
And when he sleeps I weep
At the top of the week
Be shooting everyone he meets
Got a thing for cold meat
Mind’s a dripping sink
His shit always stinks
A horsefly’s more polite
And man when he dies I’m gonna sigh
Man when he dies
They call him the bowlegged rider
The six legged freak
The bowlegged rider a’huh
Don’t think he ever blinks
And when he speaks I weep
Even in utero he barely fit
The mom said stop!
I’m goin for a drink
So the chip became a chunk
On his shoulder that very eve
Must be how wounds become marquees
Must be
Wears a tattoo that reads
Fuck tattoos
And fuck canned tuna
Says he’ll rest when he’s dead
Over his dead body
So sing along now
There’s no good left in those eyes
A stye can barely stand
So take a stand
Why don’t I take a stand here
Why don’t I take a stand
Additional information/sources for Schmoon – Bowlegged Rider
Song Sources for “Schmoon – Bowlegged Rider”:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/58LsmrLxlA7K3mmotNJ3HB
Youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jzabiOF2qk
Reviewed by Nagamag on November 28, 2024