| I can’t simple? |
| beer up in the show
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| Baby, trouble in the night
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| In the night, in the night
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| Lonely fuckers like to fight
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| (I don’t want to go to Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big, fat cocker at the door, door, door)
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| (They grabbed me by a collar, they? pay a dollar)
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| (I don’t want to go to Mexico no more)
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| If I keep my knife close, then my knife is close to me
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| My shoes will keep me safe
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| And just lead? |
| to me
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| My life simply as? |
| courage from me
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| You keep him sharp, you keep him shiny and always on me
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| Just ask me when?
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| That’s what my knife promises, that’s what my neck promises me
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| He goes my only problem is my lonely lady
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| So always keep him sharp, I always keep him free
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| Nothing stops my knife, when it’s slicing through the room
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| Boom, boom, boom
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| (They don’t let into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor)
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| (Drunk and away)
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| (Forever you and me)
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| (We fought them)
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| (Scream)
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| ? |
| with Tijuana?
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| ? |
| better watch your ass
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| ? |
| every place in the fucking gringos (Don't know)
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| Baby, trouble in the night
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| In the night, in the night
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| Lonely drunkers like to fight
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| (I don’t want to go to Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big, fat fuck at the door, door, door)
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| (? try to make me ?)
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| (I don’t want to go to Mexico no more)
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| My knife is a magnet to blood a million skin
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| ? |
| chin
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| ? |
| straight into your eye
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| ? |
| taking you a life
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| My knife?
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| He spins?
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| My knife moves me calmly, my knife moves me slow
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| My knife lets you know, that there is nowhere to go
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| Nothing stop my knife, when it’s slicing through the room
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| Boom, boom, boom
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| (They don’t let into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They grabbed my lady’s collar, they tried to make her harder)
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| (They don’t let me into Mexico no more)
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| (Drunk and away)
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| (Forever you and me)
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| (Sing ?)
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| (Change)
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| (The guns goes click, the guns goes boom)
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| (Boom, boom, boom)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more)
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| (They don’t let into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more)
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| (They don’t let into Mexico no more, no more)
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| (There's a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor)
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| (They don’t let us into Mexico no more) |