The Growlers - Tijuana lyrics

Ether in the ice Revenge in the water There's a thorn in your taco And where is your daughter Madness in the meat Dead dogs in the street Little babies scrappen money that they don't get to keep Take me to the city of wasted dreams where there's little boys with M16's Where there's little girls barely in their teens Dancing on laps to mechanical beats Child look over your shoulder and don't believe their smiles