Sonora

Hey you, half dead man
Now, hear my command
Have you got over the wall
Have you, sneaked around the door

Hey you, no name son
Did you, cut and run
The line, crossed at night

They are not awaiting you
You're gonna get Fool's paradise
Is that the staff brand new
Tohono O'odham sacrifice?

Chief, let's bring him to
And say the god damn truth
So many folks like you
Try to get here through!

Endless sand without a drop of any water
Reckless sun, another record in the blotter
Boarder petrol's sight, they are grinning teeth to you
And the rifle's sound makes the Tucson graveyard queue

Tribal chief briefly checked the tracks of tire
A boy from south could have seen himself a lot higher
Smuggling route in the wasteland of Sonora
Its too hot when you're crossing Arizona

They are not awaiting you
You only get Fool's paradise
Is that the staff brand new
Tohono O'odham sacrifice?



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