Standing like a statue waiting for the train 

 In front of the cigarette vendor

 Slicking back his hair looking at the machine

 Reflecting like a mirror

 

 Pulling up his collar to avoid the breeze

 Of the oncoming bullet

 Taking inventory of the things he needs,

 He's checking out his wallet

 Standing before our eyes straight and tall

 

 *Here comes your hero, stand in line,

 Straight as an arrow, stand in line

 

 The mother's son, as perfect as his pompadour

 A Spanish-American lover

 Heading from the East into West LA

 He has to dance La Bamba

 

 So sophisticated is the French cologne

 He borrowed from his father

 Just another pistol, waiting for someone

 To come and pull the trigger

 So let his bullet fly through the air...

 

 He'll take you home, stand in line,

 If you deserve him, stand in line

 

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 That perfect stranger, stand in line

 IF you deserve him, stand in line

 

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