Well they say that there ain't no gunslingers left in town But he's rollin' them one-hand ciggies and knocking them coke cans down Now two times a week one all covers them for a dozen He straps that Gretsch on to his neck and gets those silvers tuggin', now go Well I've learned from the best not to trample with others nest And my style belies all the tales and the miles But each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed I'm your pistol for hire, yeh The last gunslinger in town Well old band hit the top 50 yeh til it all went pear-shaped When some dick had revelation to record in LA Now he just can't wait for that sun to hide away Til that day glow, it's a pain you know, and that buggery sure don't pay, now go Well I've learned from the best not to trample where others nest And my style belies all the tales and the miles But each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed I'm your pistol for hire, yeh The last gunslinger in town We're all going to La La land We're all going to La La land To lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music It's the only kinda life you'll ever understand Well I've learned from the best not to trample where others nest And my style belies all the tales and the miles But each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed I'm your pistol for hire, yeh The last gunslinger in town