I’m riding a dirty truck made by Ford
It’s fast though heavy as it’s loaded with booze
Heading fast to the hidden side road I know
I cut the lights and go on in the dark

Truckload of stolen booze
That’s the shit I’m in
The plan was great but it didn’t go that well
Damn man! We’ll all go to hell!

Faster, faster! No time at all.
I’ll hide the stuff and leave the town
If gang’s gonna get me... man!
I’m dead – killed by Al himself
(I’ll be killed)

Leave the home, city, state.
Forget the country of U.S. of A.
Mexico I’m embracing you, now
Sweet home has changed its place