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 i bag to jesus can t get me through the night come in my heart let me ascend into the light take me now i know i wasn t right i was wrong no hiding in the womb no hiding in the streets there s eye s everywhere seeing everything i pray for salvation i repent my dirty deeds bury me in baja take my body to the sea 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