i spun a bottle on the map to tell us which way to go now were hellbound south into hermosillo got the ashes of my best friend in a cremation jar on the shotgun seat of the car got the top chopped off got the windows down one last tour through our happy happy hunting grounds though we never made a kill that was never really what we came down here for so give me a sign amigo can you tell me did you go down laughin when you finally fell we had tales to tell and songs to sing did you get your horns or did they give you wings either works just as well ashes of san miguel well its a hundred and one under this fanatical sun them black eyed federales drippin sweat on their machine guns sayin drive on slow gringo you aint as savage as you think you are i bought a box of firecrackers and liquor to go vamonos amigo para baha kino everythings here i got the pesos and the beer still aint no sign of your ghost chorus the deserts lovely dark and deep and i got no more promises left to keep but why tell me why i gotta drain a bottle dry before i can cry before i can cry over you theres bones on the beach and theres ashes in the jar ghosts in the air laughin at us fools at the bar and somewhere inside this river dont run to the sea no more life is cheap here and death is rich and he finally got you lucky son of a bitch and if i could do it again id cry aloud at your hospital bed