There ain't no love at all in this border town
The wind in the women chase the ghosts around
I work my ass off in these filthy streets
Slinging for the man
I work hard, I work cheap

The howl of the wind
The shriek of the screams
Better cover up your ears
Can't cover up your dreams
They'll find you out, they always do
They ain't coming after me
They're coming after you

Money rolling in, it takes ahold of me
Fever for the dollar is all that I can see
They always slit their throats diabolically
Send a message through the city
Swing naked from the trees

The howl of the wind
The shriek of the screams
Better cover up your eyes
Can't cover up your dreams
If they wanted you dead
Well you already be
They ain't coming after you
They're coming after me