South of the Border

when you've played your last hand
and 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 where violins play
you win or you lose at 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 scents, drunken disorder
further down south, mouth to nether mouth
oh I'll taste it south of the border