Woorden: Frank Black. Pistolero. So Hard To Make Things Out.

I'm going out to big plains
To see the spirits rise
Out tonight to watch them
Do their thing

If you're coming out with big plains
To find some paradise
Well there's nothing
Here to do but limboing

And some went back
They couldn't face the black
So they're going back today
With their personal things

I couldn't go back
I didn't have the knack
Yeah, so I'll be staying on with my personal things
I'll be staying on with my personal things

Well they call this a life I live
On ninety-sixth floor
And they call it a life he lives
That's a guy next door

Life on the mighty brick tiers
I tried on the ninety-sixth floor
Mighty brick tiers
Ninety-sixth floor
Something had to give

Why is it so hard to live?
It's just so hard to make things (x2)

Why is it so hard to live?
It's just so hard to make things out

Well I have a suggestion
As you bark your querying
Well there ain't no congestion
On a dark Hyperion

In the ni- ni- ni- ni- night
In the ni- ni- ni- ni- night
Oh no congestion
On a dark Hyperion
Why why why why?

Why is it so hard to live?
It's just so hard to make things (x2)
Why is it so hard to live?
It's just so hard to make things out

Well I'll tell you my philosophy
Things must have been grand
Way back in the old country
In a younger land

Yeah, now I can hardly wait yeah
I can hardly wait to see them rise
Oh I can hardly wait yeah
For it to materialize

Oh, I can hardly wait yeah
I can hardly wait yeah
I can hardly wait to see them rise

They're so hard to make out (x2)