There ain't no love at all in this border town
The wind in the women chase the ghosts around
I work my ass off in these filthy streets
Slinging for the man
I work hard, i work cheap
The howl of the wind
The shriek of the screams
Better cover up your ears
Can't cover up your dreams
They'll find you out, they always do
They ain't coming after me
They're coming after you
Money rolling in, it takes ahold of me
Fever for the dollar is all that i can see
They always slit their throats diabolically
Send a message through the city
Swing naked from the trees
The howl of the wind
The shriek of the screams
Better cover up your eyes
Can't cover up your dreams
If they wanted you dead
Well you already be
They ain't coming after you
They're coming after me
I bag to jesus, can't get me through the night
Come in my heart, let me ascend into the light
Take me now, i know i wasn't right
I was wrong
No hiding in the womb
No hiding in the streets
There's eye's everywhere
Seeing everything
I pray for salvation
I repent my dirty deeds
Bury me in baja
Take my body to the sea
The howl of the wind
The shriek of the screams
Better cover up your eyes
Can't cover up your dreams
If they wanted you dead
Well you already be
They ain't coming after you
They're coming after me
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