Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
Chasing shots 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 gonna die if you choose lead


He had a suitcase full of money, plenty of ammo for his gun
The sweat rolls down his dirty face, his plans have all come undone

It's just a matter of time, no matter how hard 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 gonna die if you choose lead

Guns, drugs, and money x4