Music: Carolyn Wonderland
Lyrics: Carolyn Wonderland, Dave Alvin
He’d wear your crown around his wrist
It would fit, cause he’s the bigger man
You should never cross my friend
With his tattoos as his Talisman
Sad to see you’re picking fights with strangers
Fair warning, I know this man, you’re just stirring up danger
Some folks get mad and resort to violence
You may have a way with words, he’s got a way with silence
He’d wear your crown around his wrist
And it fits cause he’s the bigger man
A hundred dollars on my friend
With his tattoos as his Talisman
Seems nobody wonders what Rodin’s statue thinks
No one ever tries to buy Superman a drink
You’re gonna fly too close to the sun and melt your wings
So why are you picking fights with supernatural things?
Now you find yourself in a cul-de-sac of bad ideas
You are a three part tragedy in your final act.
You hold on tight to your new found, drunken ideals
But once you cross that line there’s no going back
He’ll wear your crown around his wrist
And it fits, cause he’s the bigger man
You should never cross my friend
Who wears his tattoos as his Talisman