Tomorrow Tijuana

Let's go all the way to LA Tomorrow Tijuana, Rosarito, Ensenada Let's do two more shots while we stay And listen to that Smiths' song that you use to get paid Let's take two more bumps of cocaine Your dreams don't really matter that much anyway Every corner store Is closing its doors Every corner store Is closing its doors Drivin' on the five to sunrise Fucking with the gypsies and their sodomy lies Shakin' me for all of my change All I know is baby that we've got it made Radio is hurting my brain Last thing I remember was a frequency pain Every border store Is closing its doors Every border store Is closing its doors