笨小笨Sunset Dipped in Sunset Strip (Live)歌词由Eduardo Quezada演唱，出自专辑《Sunset Dipped in Sunset Strip (Live)》，下面是《Sunset Dipped in Sunset Strip (Live)》完整版歌词！
Sunset Dipped in Sunset Strip (Live)歌词完整版
Sunset dipped in Sunset Strip, Hollywood haze hung thick and deep
Wilcox Avenue, my humble pad, House of Awareness, where souls ran mad
Twenty-five bucks a week, the price of freedom, cheap room shared with dreams unseen
Summer of '68, the air felt electric, my heart, a rebel's frantic ticket
Down on Yucca, past the neon glow, found a treasure on the sidewalk low
Levis jacket, sleeveless charm, little did I know, it'd set off an alarm
The Omnibus beckoned, coffee brewing slow, motorcycles gleamed in a painted row
Walked in cool, a lone wolf's grin, unaware of the storm about to begin
Eyes like lasers, leather-clad gazes, biker boys in denim mazes
Girls with flowers, a kaleidoscope, but the glances turned, the vibe grew cold
Sat down easy, soaking in the stare, unaware of what I hadn't dared
A shadow loomed, a fist of doubt, "What club you from, boy? What's your name about?"
Eduardo, I lied, Tijuana ties, a Harley dream in fabricated skies
Fumbled answers, spun a yarn, hoping these wolves wouldn't tear me apart
But the jacket, it betrayed the charade, a stolen symbol, a debt unpaid
He held my fate, a whispered threat, "Mongols claim this skin, you tread where you ain't met."
Tense air crackled, a ticking clock, my stomach churned, my voice cracked and choked
Sweat-soaked palms, a gambler's plea, would chance decide my destiny?
Then, a reprieve, a grudging grace, the jacket surrendered, leaving an empty space
"Lucky man," he growled, a final test, "A ride with us, no one would be left."
Back on Wilcox, dawn's early light, the city whispered through the neon night
Jacket gone, a lesson learned, the streets a fickle game, the stakes forever turned
Hollywood sunrise, a million dreams, some soar, some stumble, some scream
But Eduardo walks on, heart still brave, with a story etched in Sunset's rave.
Yeah, Hollywood nights, where shadows play, a brush with danger, a lesson for a day
The boy who wore the stolen skin, lived to sing this song, with the wind within.
