You're coming in about as clear as a midnight show On an all-night station out of Mexico Too much static in my attic and the signal's low But I'm waiting here with nowhere to go
Little Sister, I don't think I'm gonna make it I've taken far too much to try and fake it The desert's quiet and cold And every ounce I hold Is gonna break it
Well, I can hear you clear enough to grab a couple words Something about luminal and red-winged birds I see the shadows dance in the low-beam glow As I point ‘em toward the border of Mexico
Little Sister, I don't think I'm gonna make it I've taken far too much to try and fake it The desert's quiet and cold And every ounce I hold Is gonna break it
I can get a little jumpy when the signal's live I've got some cigarettes and a .45 I've got a number in my wallet and a cracked window And a price on my head in MexicoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.