the barrio starts two streets over miguel he s a friend of mine with brick weed built a reputation like dry ice in the summertime now all you need is an electric razor a magic bullet and a grassy knoll the whole world is just a little oyster to snow white and her poison apples i woke up in the age of wires i fell asleep at the dusk of man now i m cold as popocatpetl fingers crossed in the promised land but you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in all souled out in heaven the barrio starts two streets over monse she s a friend of mine keeps it peace like a whistleblower flying kites in the wintertime magic carpet is the transportation went to the moon in a soda can not all my boys believe in science stretching truth in the promised land but you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in it s souled out in heaven chorus again or another one another one el popocatpetl esta dormido pero pronto despertar you know by now you know by now you know by now but you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in it s souled out in heaven no you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in no you won t be getting in to heaven to heaven to heaven to heaven1