A Bed In The Desert

Well mama I'm writing a letter home

Cause I know that you think what I've done was wrong

But I'm here to tell ya, I've got no regrets

And you know your boy he don't take no shit

That's exactly why I killed that son of a bitch

And I'm doing life, in this metal pit

Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do

Though its consequences can be cruel

With the one-way ticket to the graveyard

And I'm driving the hearse

And I made you a bed in the desert

Well the stoty I'm about to tell

And the first verse you heard didn't end so well

For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant

I said "I don't know what the hell you're saying

And this bottle I'm drinking got me to thinking

Every dog has his day and that dog was barking"

Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do

Though its consequences can be cruel

With the one-way ticket to the graveyard

And I'm driving the hearse

And I made you a bed in the desert

I said "Adios amigo,

Hope you enjoyed your last burrito,

If you have any final words,

Let them be heard"

"No comprende se?

And I made you a bed in the desert.