Tijuana

Take me to the city of wasted dreams
Where there’s little boys with m16’s
To the city of the wasted dreams
Where there’s little boys with m16s

To the city of wasted dreams
Where there’s little girls barely in their teens

Dancing on laps to mechanical beat
Take me to the city of wasted dreams

Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles
Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles