Guns, Drugs & Money

Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon Chasing shot of tequila, just about high noon Outside Nuevo Laredo, deep in no man’s land Become a killer or be killed, face down in the Rio Grande Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad All love and mercy ever learned, he’ll soon forget what he had Guns, drugs and money under the Mexican sky Guns, drugs and money, pick your poison or you die Guns, drugs and money, a pistol pressed to his head Choose silver and you’re rich, you die if you choose lead He had a suitcase full of money, plenty of ammo for his gun The sweat roll down his dirty face, his plans have all come undone It’s just a matter of time, no matter how he tries He hears “plata o plomo, gringo” the last words before he dies Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad All love and mercy ever learned, he’ll soon forget what he had Guns, drugs and money under the Mexican sky Guns, drugs and money, pick your poison or you die Guns, drugs and money, a pistol pressed to his head Choose silver and you’re rich, you die if you choose lead Guns, drugs and money under the Mexican sky Guns, drugs and money, pick your poison or you die Guns, drugs and money, a pistol pressed to his head Choose silver and you’re rich, you’re gonna die if you choose lead Guns, drugs and money Guns, drugs and money Guns, drugs and money Guns, drugs and money