the children all slum on my side of the city they all acting tough they re looking so pretty they hide in the dark cause bright lights are so deadly their radio screams their friends are never on time they re never on time and mexican boys are holding down the corners heartbeats away you ll make your mother mourn ya girlfriends pace quick from one side to another they re holding their own the trouble s never on time it s never on time well there s nothing in this world that i want to see there s nowhere oh nowhere that i d rather be than here with you oh holding me near and all the girls sell on my side of the city they look a little rough they re looking so pretty my shift is a drag the weather s always shitty they get what they can the men are always on time they re always on time  and undercover cops are looking for a sucker always want to trade for a little treasure they only ask once they only kill for pleasure they ll give you a lift well trains are never on time they re never on time well there s nothing in this world that i want to see there s nowhere oh nowhere that i d rather be than here with you oh holding me near so make your way to the ocean let the warm cool breeze just soak into your bones