"Romeo Is Bleeding" lyrics
Romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice
He's over on 18th Street as usual
Looking so hard against the hood of his car
Putting out a cigarette in his hand
And for all the Pachucos at the pumps
At Romero's Paint and Body
They all seeing how far they can spit
Well it was just another night
And now they're huddled in the brake lights
Of a '58 Bel Air
And listening how Romeo
Killed a sheriff with his knife
And they all jump when they hear the sirens
But Romeo just laughs
All the racket in the world
Ain't never gonna save that copper's ass
He ain't never gonna see another summertime
For gunning down my brother
And leaving him like a dog
Beneath a car without his knife
Romeo says, "Hey, man. Gimme a cigarette."
And they all reach for their pack
And Frankie lights it for him
And pats him on the back
And throws a bottle at a milk truck
And as it breaks he grabs his nuts
They all know they could be just like Romeo
If they only had the guts
Romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell
Sings along with the radio
With a bullet in his chest
And he combs back his feathers
And they all agree it's clear
And that everything is cool
Now that Romeo's here
Romeo is bleeding
He winces now and then
He leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
And someone's crying at the 5 Points
In the phone booth by the store
Romeo starts his engines
Wipes the blood of the door
And he brodies through the signal
With the radio full blast
Leaving the boys there hiking up their chinos
And then they all try to stand like Romeo
Beneath the moon cut like a sickle
And they're talking now in Spanish
All about their hero
Romeo is bleeding
As he gives the man his ticket
He climbs the balcony at the movies
And he'll die without a whimper
Like every heroes dream
Like an angel with a bullet
And Cagney on the screen
And Romeo is bleeding
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding
Andele pues
Hey pachuco
Hey pachuco
Hago la lucha!
Dame esa pistola hombre
Hijo de la chingada madre
Ay que pinche pancho
Hey man
Hago la lucha
Hago la lucha
Vamos a dormir hombre
Hey man
He's over on 18th Street as usual
Looking so hard against the hood of his car
Putting out a cigarette in his hand
And for all the Pachucos at the pumps
At Romero's Paint and Body
They all seeing how far they can spit
Well it was just another night
And now they're huddled in the brake lights
Of a '58 Bel Air
And listening how Romeo
Killed a sheriff with his knife
And they all jump when they hear the sirens
But Romeo just laughs
All the racket in the world
Ain't never gonna save that copper's ass
He ain't never gonna see another summertime
For gunning down my brother
And leaving him like a dog
Beneath a car without his knife
Romeo says, "Hey, man. Gimme a cigarette."
And they all reach for their pack
And Frankie lights it for him
And pats him on the back
And throws a bottle at a milk truck
And as it breaks he grabs his nuts
They all know they could be just like Romeo
If they only had the guts
Romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell
Sings along with the radio
With a bullet in his chest
And he combs back his feathers
And they all agree it's clear
And that everything is cool
Now that Romeo's here
Romeo is bleeding
He winces now and then
He leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
And someone's crying at the 5 Points
In the phone booth by the store
Romeo starts his engines
Wipes the blood of the door
And he brodies through the signal
With the radio full blast
Leaving the boys there hiking up their chinos
And then they all try to stand like Romeo
Beneath the moon cut like a sickle
And they're talking now in Spanish
All about their hero
Romeo is bleeding
As he gives the man his ticket
He climbs the balcony at the movies
And he'll die without a whimper
Like every heroes dream
Like an angel with a bullet
And Cagney on the screen
And Romeo is bleeding
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding hey man
Romeo is bleeding
Andele pues
Hey pachuco
Hey pachuco
Hago la lucha!
Dame esa pistola hombre
Hijo de la chingada madre
Ay que pinche pancho
Hey man
Hago la lucha
Hago la lucha
Vamos a dormir hombre
Hey man
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits
