musicians

when you’ve played your last hand
and you’ve made your last stand
each night of a life that much shorter
there’s a place you can go
where the pace is slow
you will find it south of the border

south of the border
down Mexico way
violence dances as violins play
you win or lose
in the flip of a quarter
you don’t get to choose
south of the border

in the jungle down there
lion in her lair
uncommon sense, drunken disorder
further down south
mouth to nether mouth
o I’ll taste it

south of the border
you win or you lose
south of the border