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