On every corner there's a tattoo parlour
But they all sell the same design
Look around you - it's all in black and white
From traffic lights to Coca Cola signs

The cantina greets you like a cancer victim
A Federale lights a smoke and smiles
He's watching baseball on a broken TV
Wants 10 pesos for some widow's child

Read all your Steinbeck
Spent your last paycheck
You're like some redneck
Miles from home

Your life's a trainwreck
It ain't that hi-tech
Learning Yukatec
On your phone

Ever since you remember
Spinning wheels that are broken
Like your old ceiling fan

And they've cancelled November
And not having any exit
Was never part of the plan

So you sit by the roadside
Spinning words that get tangled
Phone lines in a hurricane

'Cause this town's got you tongue-tied
You can barely even remember why you ever came

The tequila's cheaper than a convict's haircut
But they'll shake you down for Corona slops
I've known some card-sharks and a fortune teller
Who are way more honest than these cops

See the lights of those paisano boats
Burning out there on the gulf at night
Everyone's name is Jesus
Everyone's hiding from broad daylight