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
