Underground Murder Film Capital
Father of one, awake but not alive
Tell me where is your daughter tonight
Is she lost in the underground murder film capital
Ciudad Juarez, Sonora Desert, 1994
He hears her keys in the door at 5 AM
Joins him for coffee still wearing her black dress
Takes out her diary and pens another entry
For September the 6th
"I'm getting sick of this shit
Another killing and shit
This guy beheaded this chick
They found her corpse in a ditch
The cops do nothing about it
They're all complicit and shit
I wanted better than this
Desert is trapping me in
Gotta get back to Madrid
Or i'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess"
She comes home early from classes to find
Her dad is staring out the window at a math textbook
He's hung up on a clothesline
She knows he's losing his mind
She hears him talking out loud
To nobody in the middle of the night
This house is surrounded
By ghosts of the girls killed on the road to the factory
And this whole town is haunted
Another 10 dead in august
She sees her own face in every picture that they publish
The voices tell him to get her across the border
Somewhere in Arizona where she can maybe start over
And forget about this horror
And forget about her father
Who will remain behind
Serving as shepherd for the martyred
Tell me where is your daughter tonight
Is she lost in the underground murder film capital
Ciudad Juarez, Sonora Desert, 1994
He hears her keys in the door at 5 AM
Joins him for coffee still wearing her black dress
Takes out her diary and pens another entry
For September the 6th
"I'm getting sick of this shit
Another killing and shit
This guy beheaded this chick
They found her corpse in a ditch
The cops do nothing about it
They're all complicit and shit
I wanted better than this
Desert is trapping me in
Gotta get back to Madrid
Or i'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess
I'm gonna die in this mess"
She comes home early from classes to find
Her dad is staring out the window at a math textbook
He's hung up on a clothesline
She knows he's losing his mind
She hears him talking out loud
To nobody in the middle of the night
This house is surrounded
By ghosts of the girls killed on the road to the factory
And this whole town is haunted
Another 10 dead in august
She sees her own face in every picture that they publish
The voices tell him to get her across the border
Somewhere in Arizona where she can maybe start over
And forget about this horror
And forget about her father
Who will remain behind
Serving as shepherd for the martyred
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Writer(s): Benjamin Huber-rodriguez, Hr Huber-rodriguez
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