I work on the border I see what I see I work on the border And it´s working on me
I lie awake at night Knowing what I know There´s a price on the hit Of every border patrol
Where the smugglers do business That´s where I make a stand I know this old desert Like the back of my hand
I see greed in the bushes I see snakes in the dark Some are friends of my brothers Can´t hear you hear them dogs bark
I come home to Maria At the end of the day In the shape of a shadow
Holding demons at bay ‘It´s just a border´ they say It was Mexican soldiers Out of a black Humvee With their guns to their shoulders Aimed at my partner and me
As they drove away laughing But the message was clear We don´t care about nothing But the money down here
I come home to Maria In a bulletproof vest With the weight of the whole wide world Barring down on my chest It´s just a border I guess
From the shacks and the shanty´s Come the hungry and poor Some to drown at the crosses Some to suffer no more
Guess you heard about Campos and Ramien Both of them friends of mine Both good men They did one thing right And look what they got Federal prison Where they´re both gonna rot I come home to Maria Where else would I go Cross the River to die by myself Down In old Mexico It´s just the border y´know