Tijuana - The Growlers

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