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



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

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