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Tijuana Chronicles

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Tijuana Chronicles

Verse 1
There lies a town way down below
in the middle of Mexico
where the restless spirits and the weary bodies go
It's a place where the sun does shine—
but there ain't a single trace of the divine
as the empty souls and forgotten sinners know

Chorus 1
In Tijuana, better know what to do
or it'll spell the end of you
as the sunset streets let the foul temptations grow

Verse 2
In a bar known by fable alone—
it's a place that the most vile call home
as the tales of horror from all the locals go
Grab a seat Mamacita nearby—
when I catch a fleeting wink out of her eye
and legs so long my blood begins to flow

Chorus 2
In Tijuana, better know how to be
or it'll spell the end of me
as the hollow shouts from the living graveyards show

Verse 3
Bought a shot, now finishing five
That fire water's got me burning inside,
with a kick so hot my throat begins to glow
Signs of lust escape her lips
as she keeps seductively shaking her hips
Full of sweet nothings in a language I don't know

Chorus 3
In Tijuana, better know what to do
or it'll spell the end of you
as the sunset streets let the foul temptations grow

Bridge
So, there I am in the middle of Tijuana, a watering hole resigned to debauchery and damnation. I look to the bronze angel next to me, the kind of woman that mother always told to avoid. She stares back; she looks so deep in my core, buddy, I begin to shiver. As if on cue, the band in the corner plays that tune it always does.
As her hips sway back and forth, I reach into my pocket for a dollar bill. All I find is two dimes, a nickel, two quarters and a peso. I grab those coins in my hand, shake 'em up. She jumps up on the bar and's on me like a barracuda on bait. She runs her hands through my hair as I put those coins in my mouth, and she shimmies down lower, and lower, and lower, until our lips lock, and where those coins went, I'll never know.
Suddenly, her pimp barges through the door. With the stench and physique of an ox, comes over to me, throws me against the wall, punches me in the gut, spits in my face, bellows, "Gringo! That's my chica right there, and you're gonna pay for that sign of disrespect with your life!"

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from El Accidenté, released July 3, 2018

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